Why I write.
I write to keep the world in perspective. To knock it
back from its skewed…
I write to keep the world in perspective. To knock it
back from its skewed…
I ask him to join me outside for a cigarette and he obliges gallantly, albeit unenthusiastically. We stand outside the rope and watch the cars and the way our breath mingles seductively with the smoke.
I note the slight step back he takes when I move closer, the way his muscles tense when I lay fingertips lightly on his chest. Read more
You give me something to hold on to.
You make me feel like the most beautiful person in the room.
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