Mulitdicipinary Writer
Category: Poetry
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I built my world around you,every cup of tea a promise to honor your stubborn memory. Though our time togetherwas short as your temper, I couldn’t imagine being with anybody else after. That’s the thing about love—it doesn’t just leave.It lingers, even when it hurts,like the smell of smoke knitted into your favorite sweater, or the hum of a…
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There are some things women only learn in their kitchens / how to hold knives / how to slice with one, sharp cut / how to salt a dish playfully / and how to dance from the table to the fridge to the cutting board to the sink and dance right back just to rinse…
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There will be dayswhen I love you completely,when everything I say to youcomes out sweet at honey,when I can’t stop telling youhow much I hate being away,how much I’d rather be with you,have my arms around youwhile we cook together in your kitchen,or curl up in your bed on a cold, rainy afternoon,with a cup…
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My fortune cookie told melove is the only true adventureand I understood then how I never wanted to arrive anywhere but the moment I met you. I remember wanting to builda home there, when you calledme for the first time. I couldn’t sleep for days thinkingthis is probably what everybody elsedreams of when they dream of love. I…
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Jaded was my face before you walked into our favorite bakery. I couldn’t ask the world for more than to have you sitting across from me. The cookies and tea aren’t as sweet as when you look at me. Months later, I still wonder how I got so lucky. Honey, I can say in…