Hi I'm Zoe, but I prefer Zo. 
I write a lot, but I keep most of it to myself. It's mostly fan fiction and stupid realistic fiction set in Leesburg, Fl. 
It's my dream to become a publish author, so please take a minute to read what ever story I have posted as of now. 
-Zo. 

 I fell in love with the morning, 
how you stumbled out of bed
when you first woke up, and
how eyes groaned with
exhaustion. 
 The way your hands grasped 
my hip bones while your lips
stole the ending of my sentences. 
Everyday with you felt like a month
of Sunday morning with
white bed sheets and lazy smiles. 
 That same morning I fell in 
love with the coffee shop down the
street, and the way you asked for 
two sugars, but you actually meant
three. 
 The walk home from your
house made me remember what Monday
mornings feel like. 
 Somewhere between falling in
love with our midnight conversations
that were exhaled through
cigarette breathes and interrupted 
by coffee stains, and
reading the love notes you
had written on my flesh., I realized
I'm in love with the presence of your words,
and the feel of your existence.
 But I am not in love with 
you.