little poems about dating
- Leituras 353
- Votos 20
- Capítulos 23
a collection of free-verse, contemporary poetry unfolding like a story. it touches on our shared longing for love, the fear it provokes, and the ache and tenderness of navigating modern dating - but also about learning to choose and love ourselves again, despite it all.
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one day
i met the boy with the breton eyes
i thought
'never again'
but here i am
writing these poems
for him
for you
for me
i'm scared of loving again
- aren't we all?
***
these lines are mine
but they're also yours
write them down
carry them
share them
but please say my name
'ismael jones'
with love
IJ x
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