Thoughts

Some Men
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Some Men

Dedicated to the men who want to have them all and commit to none Too shallow to put a woman first, some men never grow up, making us feel cursed, when it’s because of them we hurt. “Mormonin’ it” all the way, some like to pretend it’s okay to mate a dozen roses for the…

Can You Be Friends with Your Ex? And Other Questions
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Can You Be Friends with Your Ex? And Other Questions

Can you really be friends with your ex? This is an interesting phenomenon and gives us a lot to talk about. But to me, the uncomplicated, straightforward answer to that is yes, it’s possible. Now, let me break down my full opinion on the matter. Growing up, I watched too many friends and families’ romantic…

Flowers and Relationships

Flowers and Relationships

While taking care of my bouquet of roses the other day, I started thinking about the relationship between flowers and, well, relationships. Although not groundbreaking, it is a symbol worth noting and remembering whenever we find ourselves wondering what went wrong. Like flowers, relationships are susceptible to withering. Some, you will find, quicker than others….

Thorny Seduction
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Thorny Seduction

Doing this in pieces was not how I planned it, but life is not a straight road in the desert; it is a busy street under construction in New York City! And I’m trying my best. What I’m trying to say is, my writing projects keep getting interrupted because sometimes I have to work on…

Sleep — An Ode
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Sleep — An Ode

Of all the things I could’ve wished for, I wished for one thing only: sleep. Not because the bags under my eyes, with every passing night, got darker, heavier, deeper. Not because the world around me slept and, so, it felt like the applicable thing to do. Not because Vogue and aestheticians demanded eight hours…

Pride: A Poem
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Pride: A Poem

When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to repair a feeling so fleeting but so filling, there’s almost always been this culprit and it’s impulsive and repulsive, and most of all, destructive. Some of us inherit it and…