5-19-11


The very thought of me use to excite you. You would travel miles to join me for coffee. We talk and get lost in conversation. I got lost in your eyes. We didn’t want the evening to end or better yet, end at sunrise. I go reluctantly, but you reassure me we meet again soon.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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