Category: Poetry
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The Right Person
I’ve always wondered what it would be like. To be with the right person. Essay upon essay, I diligently wrote down my asks – who I sought and what I sought. Since 2011, I fantasized, dreamed, and hoped. Would it be in the way they speak? The way they carry themselves? The way their eyes…
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How I Found Love in a (Not So) Hopeless Place
Gone were the days where the sun chased me. So, I raced to a place where it could barely leave. The mark, the burn, the pain of it all got me thinking and longing and wishing to fall to fall over a cliff, to fall into the crevices of the moon, to fall within myself,…
Bella Dyosa 