Poems, Love
Love
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A Drink, A Smile, A Night
I was alone in the lounge, book in hand, trying to disappear into the quiet. Drink sweating beside me, waiting on my food.Then I looked up— and there you were. Sun kissed skin, khaki shorts, your shirt unbuttoned just enough to look like summer had claimed you.I never dreamed you’d walk my way. But your… Continue reading
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Hiking Friends on a Broken Trail
HER VOICEWe let the devil win— that’s how it felt when your “we can’t cross that line” became the very line you stepped over first.You reached for me, and I let myself fall— not gracefully, not wisely, but honestly. And now I’m the one trying to rise from a feeling I never meant to drown… Continue reading
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What He brought Back with Him (Book 2)
Chapter 1: The Morning After Eileen woke to the sound of quiet breathing beside her. For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t open her eyes. Didn’t even breathe too deeply. She just lay there, suspended in the soft gray light of dawn, listening to the steady rise and fall of Vincent’s chest beneath her cheek.… Continue reading
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What He Brought Back with Him (Book 1)
The sun was sinking behind the trees, painting the sky – in fading gold as Eileen sat on her back porch, wrapped in the cool hush of a crisp evening. The temperature had slipped to a pleasant fifty degrees, and she sat alone in her negligee, sipping coffee, letting the quiet settle around her. That… Continue reading
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The Way You Still Arrive
Anna,On this day, I write to you the way I wish I still could —as if you’re sitting on the porch steps,mud on your jeans from riding,hair brushed smooth for whatever came next.You were always both —wild and polished,fearless and tender,the all‑American girl who fit everywherebecause you belonged to yourself first.I think about that often.On… Continue reading
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Old School Love in a Modern Mess
I grew up seeing a different kind of love —Grandma and Grandpa choosing each otherin every season,arms that stayed,hands that didn’t let gowhen things got heavy.They taught me what it meansto guard a heartbecause it’s precious,not because it’s unprotected.And maybe that’s why I walk aroundfeeling like I was born in the wrong era —like my… Continue reading
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Because I Stayed Me
Why am I not good enoughwhen there’s always someoneprettier than me,skinnier than me,someone who fits the mold better? Do I need to start doing my hair just right,paint my face like a masterpiecethat isn’t really mine?Do I need perfect nails,perfect smiles,perfect curves? Do I need to be artificial—polished, filtered, edited—just to be chosen?Is that really… Continue reading
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Could You Choose Me
I don’t want to be noble about this.I don’t want to pretend I’m above itor healedor graceful in my wanting.I want you.In the way that makes my chest hurtwhen your name lights up my phone.In the way that makes me replayevery almost-look, every pause,every moment I thought—this is it; this is where you choose me.My… Continue reading
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A Letter You’ll Probably Never Read
Dear you, I still catch myself looking for your truckwhen I drive past the park,hoping you’re out there—breathing, moving, doing something that feels like yours again. When I’m in a crowded store,my eyes wander without permission,searching faces that aren’t you,still hoping for just a secondwhere the world surprises me. At night, when everything finally slows… Continue reading
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Unchosen: Attracted to You in Every Way
I knew from the start that this road bent the wrong way,yet somehow fate kept placing youright in front of me—a temptation I wasn’t strong enough to resist.I tried to tell myselfthis was just fun,something light,something I could walk away from.But who was I kidding?I was drawn to youin every way a person can be… Continue reading
Quiet Hour 