I love too much and too hard. I need you and yet I am still not enough for you. Like the constellations in the sky I thought we would last forever. I want you wrapped around each part of me for eternity. Your heat on mine creating galaxies. My Big Dipper shining bright. Tracing lines on your chest.. we were supposed to do that tonight. March 11 or May 25th? The first time your lips brushed mine. Do I mean anything? So many questions late at night. You are not here, so I must write. You are with her. I guess this is goodbye.
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After Senior Year.
Non-FictionJune 30th, 2014. My life has always been a mess. From bullies constantly pushing me to the ground to my family pulling me in so many directions I begin to fall apart. This isn't just about all the terrible things I've dealt with, but also the amazin...
