to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

петък, 20 декември 2013 г.


the boy who sat today with me
i had a secret crush on him -
the way he wouldn't stay still,
the way he avoided looking at me.

the girl who sat in front of me
sometimes i think of her and him -
the boy who sat two rows behind;
i know he wrote a book of some kind.

the way the light fell on the desks,
danced vulnerably upon our chests -
i've never liked that kind of light;
stories are only told at night.

i'm growing fond of noticing flaws,
analysing myself into liking them -
perhaps this is how one grows
up to be the child they were again.

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