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Some people believe love changes us I don’t I think love reveals us it shows the places we’ve hidden the rooms we’ve locked the truths we’ve postponed sometimes it asks us to wait sometimes it asks us to leave sometimes it asks us to become someone we have never been If this story means anything…
While you were turning in circles trying to decide which life could forgive you I was changing quietly not all at once not in some bright cinematic moment where the music rises and I suddenly know my worth No it happened in silence in the mornings when I reached for my phone and stopped in…
A week can feel like a lifetime especially when love has always answered I counted empty chairs not because they were empty because they remembered you The kids laughed life continued mornings still found bright windows and crispy Celsius beside vivid dreams and forgotten thoughts The world, unmoved, kept turning and somewhere a little boy…
The room grew smaller words grew careful silence learned our names You told her you were unhappy you told her I was back and she answered, “I’m pregnant” No violins no thunder just one sentence falling between two lives You said she still had hope hope that you would wake one morning and choose the…
We met beneath indifferent skies with paper sacks and curious eyes no violins, no grand parade just lunches shared beneath the shade The first thing that I ever knew was not your smile but something crude a dick pic in a public chat room desire arrived before your name you asked about me, Opeya answered…
Before the beard, before the years before the weight of hidden fears a little boy with frightened eyes learned love could quiet storms inside A broken heart became his guide he searched for somewhere safe to hide when kindness reached with gentle hands he built his home on borrowed land She saw the places no…
If you’re reading this, there is still time. Your son will be here two months, and you have seven months to execute the plan you told me about. Seven months to build the life you’ve described; seven months to decide where the little boy ends and where the man begins.For four years, we kept finding…
Violeta Noir 