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She asks me, “Are you okay?” I say, “yes”. We both know I’m lying. She’s quiet, but then she holds me a little tighter, a little closer to his chest. ‘I’m sad that you’re leaving,’ I want to say. But I have no right to tell her that. I haven’t even the tiniest, most infinitesimal part in his life. ‘I wish we had more time,’ the words are on the tip of my tongue. And there they stay. ‘I know we w..

iNOTE 2018. 10. 14. 11:08

You love meYou said you love meLike I always sayLike I always mean But you miss himYou said you miss himLike you used toOr like you always do? You love meMaybe you love meCause like you saidI somehow look like him You love meDo you really love meOr I just look like himAnd that you can’t have him You said I love youFor I will always doBut why does “I love you”Feels weaker than “I miss you”

iNOTE 2018. 8. 26. 04:32

Your first love is going to make you believe in soulmates. Then, they’re going to make you stop believing in soulmates for a while. But hopefully someone else will come along after them and show you again that soulmates are worth believing in.

iNOTE 2018. 8. 7. 13:17

In a blank sky, a story not yet told basks, sustained by its own desire to be. In a sky devoid of stars, the moon watches. Her face is barely visible through the false light she so graciously pours down upon us mortals, so eager to achieve and possess. She whispers her lies, she feeds her dreams to the wicked and the desperate, for lack of any way to attain them herself. I rest bellow the moon. ..

iNOTE 2017. 12. 8. 19:50

“We loved with a love that was more than love.” — Edgar Allan Poe --- I keep counting the days until we’re finally together and I know that love is such a fragile and short-lived thing, but life is too. I keep matching the color of the stars to the back of your hands and I know that bruises and scars make for a better story, but I keep my thoughts of you to myself. They say that when you’re in l..

iNOTE 2017. 11. 9. 10:51

Missing the things I loved doing is just a relapse of my silence. The dark area of my past is evoking to be one with my mind at this moment. I need to take off the mask, driven by anger and nothing but remorse for myself. Life is filled with beautiful things, must I remind myself. The cosmos, my body made up of atoms. I matter. I am done refracting all the love that’s been given just because I d..

iNOTE 2017. 9. 13. 03:09

Some days my truth is an earthquake, rumbling, shaking, and loud, it wakes me up with a scream, and it crumbles the molding on the court building, downtown. Some days my truth is a summer breeze, lifting up my dress, and caressing my face. It makes me shiver, and it ruins my day. Some days, my truth is the first ocean wave, of a tsunami. Blue, and big, and deafening. It pushes and pulls at my bo..

iNOTE 2017. 5. 20. 01:36

They are the mind readers dearDid you just hear that?That was the voice of a thiefIf you want to teach them peace,teach them peaceSave and teach,teach them peaceFake names in fake places,you must be so tiredYour thoughts are not their thoughtsYour thoughts are your own thoughtsI think that when you try to hear my voice, you hear silence, because my words are similar to yours,and you never listen..

iNOTE 2017. 5. 10. 05:53