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I'm not, but I look taller. And I'm not blonde anymore because I never actually was. When I see her in pictures I do not recognize her even though I know her so deeply. I know her in patterns and seasons and context that she does not yet. I love her for every reason I… Continue reading A short story
two sad, brown eyes dark and deep and rimmed with memories I do not contain. it's always you I see in them, so I never looked for long, never asked for them anyway, never chose them for myself, until today– I never have to love you, but I have got to learn to love the… Continue reading It’s Hard to See Him
return home to breathe the air these lungs grew into to see how much the trees have grown up to see how much I have grown up and how much I never will. melissa suarez
was misting over spring green when we compared notes- both lost our souls at 33 this deity and me they say the first third is always the hardest thereafter the sun usually comes out in time for a beautiful set melissa suarez
There is no list of things I outgrew. But a detailed list of suspects exists: Hard Questions with absolutely no defense against all my simple, certain answers. It's my fault; I did it and then I blamed them. And then I framed and reframed them to fit next to the box of too-small clothes under… Continue reading Things You Outgrew
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