Rachelcalero Stories

Poetry. My happy poems. "The way he makes my heart rams against my ribs, each time it rams harder and harder breaking my rubs with each beat. Just to show him how m...

Poetry. And Letters. Prose. "You know when old jeans no longer have that new feeling and you hate them? Just like old love." - Lily Lily is a girl that has he...

It's about a time where I was feeling alone, scared and determined to end it all...