To You, on a Thursday Night

To You, on a Thursday Night

Dear You, You love me passionately. We fuck passionately. We stand chins pointed high, lips brushing the sky, declaring “I love you” passionately. But I am not your passion. “Don’t ask me to choose.” But…

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Dear you, My Opposite

Dear you, My Opposite

Dear you, When you weren’t my type but I fell for you I thought “opposites attract.” When I reflected on our careers in different fields I thought “opposites attract.” When I was worried that we…

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Unresolved Feelings: A Letter

Unresolved Feelings: A Letter

I read a letter onstage in front of an amazing, supportive crowd full of people I love and strangers who cared enough to listen. It was a nerve-wracking but amazing feeling that left my heart…

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to you, as you grow up

to you, as you grow up

dear you; things have changed, haven’t they? your hardest decision is no longer about what crayon you’ll use, or where to run for hide & seek. about whether to have one cookie or two, or…

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To Anyone, Really

To Anyone, Really

I’m tired. I’m tired of constantly feeling like I have to prove myself. I’m tired of having to work 10 times harder to achieve something, just because of circumstance.  I’m tired of systems that are…

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to you, wherever you are

to you, wherever you are

i have no idea if you would even blink at the mention of my name. honestly i can’t remember your real last name, just the name i used to tease you wth instead. i haven’t…

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to you, someday

to you, someday

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To You, After You’ve Left

To You, After You’ve Left

Dear you, Twenty-nine drafts. Thirty really, if I don’t finish this.

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to you, my friends

to you, my friends

dear you, i’m not a good partner. i’m not a good friend. whenever i’m with people i’m itching for my next fix. i can’t focus on the moment, just the next time i’ll be satisfied…

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To you, on a Sunday morning

To you, on a Sunday morning

Dear you, My black-out curtains have never really worked, but I didn’t care about the light peeking through on a Sunday morning then. The beams of light were a hand-delivered invitation to see your face…

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