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A Writer’s Obsession

February 27, 2018

Artwork:https://instagram.com/p/wzbx6azZS9/ I became obsessed with a lover, once. There a few that may read this and think this is about them. My lover knows exactly who he is. There’s no clearer portrayal of him than the one I paint constantly. I became so obsessed with my lover that the only way I could have him… Read More A Writer’s Obsession

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My only womanly advice I can offer

December 18, 2017

Make sure the man knows your worth and can appreciate it. You can never make a man see your worth. He has to already recognize it. Do you understand? You will blossom as a woman when you get a man who does. Trust me on this. You will blossom. And you wanna know how a… Read More My only womanly advice I can offer

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Diary entry: 12/4/17

December 18, 2017

Some mornings waking up next to you would fulfill my ultimate dream of waking up in a field of flowers. The softness of your skin imitating flower petals and the warmth of morning kisses remind me of the sun. The perfections of the morning glory you would give me even though my face is still… Read More Diary entry: 12/4/17

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Diary entry: 11/30/17

December 18, 2017

It’s painful. The aching and crying and the drinking. The drinking is the worst. I crave it at this point. It helps numb the heart. Helps with moving through each day. My favorite is a sweet but somewhat dry red wine. Pair that with some stuffed grape leaves, drenched in olive oil and lounge seductively… Read More Diary entry: 11/30/17

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Diary entry: 12/1/17

December 4, 2017

It’s hard not write about you. To you. For you. When you’re all I think about. My ears are ringing in hopes that my name is leaving your lips. Nothing more than a fantasy at this point. That’s all I do sometimes during the busy hours of the day, my mind fills itself with images… Read More Diary entry: 12/1/17

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Diary entry: 11/30/17

December 4, 2017

I’ll always wonder what it must be like to be with someone like you. In totality. In completeness. To belong. To become. To fulfill you and only you. To sleep across your chest at night and not have worries of separation over the next few days, I’ll always wonder. I fill with intense jealousy at… Read More Diary entry: 11/30/17

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The misery of absence

November 21, 2017

Model information: https://www.instagram.com/p/BVdAcyDFgU9/ Burying my face in the bodies of other lovers in my futile attempts to forget you. Giving them pieces of me that are undeniably meant for you. I only want to forget the sensation but you are embedded in my flesh. Embedded in the memory of me. I wear you. Taste you.… Read More The misery of absence

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Diary entry: 9/23/17

October 23, 2017

Sunday morning blues. I dreamed of you last night. Reminiscing on conversations between breast and lips. I forget the actual language you speak, it’s on the tip of my tongue the way you wore me that night. It’s some island in the Caribbean, but the importance is irrelevant at this time. The bed is empty… Read More Diary entry: 9/23/17

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Love letters from the Tormented

October 23, 2017

Think it was a quarter to three this morning, trying to get ready for work, the usual routine to begin a Saturday. Body barely able to maneuver itself from the left side of the bed. The Tiffany grey velvet chaise in the corner sitting there appearing lonely, empty. The lighting was giving it a soft… Read More Love letters from the Tormented

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Diary entry: 10/16/17

October 20, 2017

It’s been jazz all evening. The skies changed and the tempo stayed the same. Deep melodies playing from a third story apartment with the balcony doors wide open. I guess I’m tryna erase a few memories tonight. Do you remember that movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? Certain scenes replay themselves and I can’t… Read More Diary entry: 10/16/17

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Diary entry: 10/15/17

October 20, 2017

Because I alone am not able to replicate your abilities nor your performance, I am left in agony tonight. Why do you give so much when we’re engaged? Is there something that the lips are forbidden to say? Must I continue to read what’s written against my thighs? I want to be nothing more than… Read More Diary entry: 10/15/17

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Diary entry: 10/11/17

October 19, 2017

Photographer: Michel Perez I just need to stop. Un-learn the desire to want, to want for more. Detaching from the notion that the sweat accumulating between sheets somehow correlates to the intensity of more than lust. We are no more than our selfishness. No more than the flesh we wear. We are no more my… Read More Diary entry: 10/11/17

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Diary entry: 10/10/17

October 19, 2017

Photo information: Anais Mali in “Bienvenida, Cuba” by Benny Horne for Vogue Spain, March 2016. Anything I can do to keep my mind off of it. Working overtime. Writing overtime. Drinking till I can’t hold back. Drinking till my words mean more to me than ever so I bite down to keep them from spilling.… Read More Diary entry: 10/10/17

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Diary entry:10/9/17

October 18, 2017

It’s warm tonight. Bare feet against the heated pavement. I love watching the sunset from the third floor. Nothing but a t-shirt that barely covers my breast and cheeky boy shorts on this evening. Maybe a few stars joining in on this show. I feel good. I feel full. I feel sexy again. And it’s… Read More Diary entry:10/9/17

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Diary entry: 10/8/17

October 18, 2017

Can we still call it being selfish or blaming it on just poor behavior on our parts? When do we begin to own all that we are doing? Laying across your chest, listening to the melodies your body conducts, I feel alive. The pulsing. The throbbing and moving of a heart I want to hold.… Read More Diary entry: 10/8/17

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