I used to be skinny.
I used to be pretty.
I used to wear make up.
I used to be confident.
I used to love life.
I used to have more boys than I knew what to do with.

I used to be happy.

me and esteban. Once again we find ourselves attracted but is it ever enough? We have so much in common in our pasts but our present could not be more diverse. I want to love this boy and shield him from all of the bad in this world...but he is a huge part of it. Never before have I felt this safe and connected with anyone and I hate to love it ( Read more... )

It’s a picture without a caption
A song that’s lacking passion
It’s incomplete, undefined
Not mistaken nor undermined
I am a writer and a poet
From appearance you’d not know it
It’s a book without a cover
& Romance without a lover
I am a judge and I am a jury
I’m an American in a hurry
(still not done, i need an ending)

Wow a year and some odd days later ( Read more... )

So it's crunch time ( Read more... )

Dusty photographs live forever but a memory can only last so long ( Read more... )

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