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Creative storyteller with passion for art & connection. Portland, Oregon.

moths to a flame.

they say for women we forget some of our deepest pain

and that must be true

because it feels like i have amnesia when it comes to you

never remembering the recurring heartbreak

until it's impending,

doom around the corner

foreboding seeping through the longing between your lines

and maybe we don't know how to be just friends

and maybe just friends looks different for us

but i don't see you trying

i don't see you giving anything

i don't see you changing

and after a while, i'm pretty sure i'm the common denominator

isn't your life better when i'm not around?

why do we only find each other when we're drowning?

are we life rafts

or anchors?

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