Ex Stories

There’s a girl who I frequently see on my street. Each morning for the past week or so, I watch from the living room window of my lower east side home as she passes by. It’s usually at the same time and she is always dressed neatly; a valid assumption that she must be walking to her place of employment. She is strikingly beautiful and often I think I should go down, accidentally bump into her. I could time it so that I am...

Lay not on that sheet for the memories that lie within press tender on your sores. Lay not on that sheet as the pages close upon us and our toil draws a blank. Lay not on that sheet. It is not wise in the least to tempt what’s held in thread.

“Finally, it's Friday man,” exclaims Nora as she passes the cigarette to me. We stood outside the Salstone bar which is brimming with young people. Earlier Nora asked me why we drove this far? To that, I just mentioned it’s just for a change. She was worried that she might not get a signal on her phone which recently became her essential part of her family. “Oh yes. I so need booze, want to join?” I asked her knowing the...

I think I finally figured you out. That thing about you,The one that drove me so crazy.Something you can see yourself.I finally came to understand you.Why it hurt no matter what you did,Why I felt like breaking so long,How deep in the rabbit hole I was.I gave you all of my heart.I never questioned why.I didn't want anything in return, but for you to look at me and only me.I couldn't stop you from looking,From feeling for...

FUSIONIt's plain as day to all who seebut never have I ever felt this way.And for methere is a refusal to acceptthat which will free mebut,am I willing to lose everything for a promise of nothing?Never have I experiencedwhat ignites inside of mewith your touch,no control when I am with youAndNothing could be sweeterYet for every moment of lovethere is greaterhatedisdain and dysfunctionsometimes I guess that justfeels like...

What is it about the start of a New Year that gives people hope of change? As if, once the previous year ends, the new will be clean and the past can’t hurt us. I am, of course, a victim of this thinking. Or, maybe, it’s just me who thinks like this? I’m not sure. The start of 2013 was pretty good for me. I was happy, I had a boyfriend, I was healthy, and I even met a person, who quickly became my best friend. I thought 2...