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March 21, 2020HeyitsTay

Love letter to the girl with the broken heart

It has or will happen to us all at least once (and most, more than once, if we are so lucky) in our lives, and it’s a pain that can’t be replicated— further, that no one would ever wish to replicate. To hear that it will be okay is the biggest insult of all, and […]

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December 25, 2019HeyitsTay

Setting Tears on Fire

“I know pain. I know what pain feels like.” My mother looked at me, uncertain. Startled by my words. The psychiatrist looked around the room, nervous, Wiping sweat from his brow And letting his shirt soak up the dampness from his palms.   “I know how it feels to dive deep into yourself, To go […]

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December 23, 2019December 21, 2019HeyitsTay

pills! pills! and more pills!

he chooses silence while she chooses attention from anyone who will give it to her he thanks them for the invitation but he will not go. and everyone knows.   she drowns her pain in things, things, and more things he holds tight onto what he does have though it isn’t much. and they all […]

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December 16, 2019HeyitsTay

uncharted territories

she was the sky above an empty rainforest sprinkling droplets of water to be witnessed by none   he was a single rose in an unbothered garden enchanting from afar, thorns uncharted

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December 11, 2019December 11, 2019HeyitsTay

Weak at the Knees in Love

You can’t tell me how to love Just like I can’t tell you That your heart is hideous Though your heart is hideous   To know hatred Deeper than lust Deeper than desire Deeper than anyone And even deeper than Yourself   You can’t tell me to grow up Not when your heart has aged […]

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July 23, 2019July 23, 2019HeyitsTay

“Same, Girl.”

She always sat in the back of the classroom but not because she was a bad student. I’d seen the professor hand back her papers marked with words like “well done!” Even “bravo!” And, at first, it surprised me but eventually just furthered the mystery.   Her eyes were always sad and her hood on […]

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