20-something in a city far too big and far too small, with dreams far too big and far too small.
I think about you often. I think about how your laugh sounded, especially that one time in the car on the windy road
By MMabout a year ago in Poets
Have you ever been in a healthy relationship? She asks herself this often, almost afraid of the answer. In high school, she was one half of the perfect suburban love story– Baseball Boy meets Newspaper Girl and they look beautiful together at prom. When college rolled around, Newspaper Girl moved across the country and Baseball Boy fell apart, eventually admitting that she had never treated him the way he felt he deserved.
By MMabout a year ago in Humans
Can you tell when I’m disappointed, baby? When my words drip sticky sweet with passive aggression, tumbling out of my mouth,
By MM2 years ago in Poets
When he scrolls through social media, he never ever likes a picture of another girl, unless we're both friends with that girl.
By MM2 years ago in Humans
Maybe I'm dramatic. Maybe I have feelings too big for my own good. Maybe I'm unstable and frantic and sensitive and one light breeze away from toppling completely over.
By MM2 years ago in Viva
One foot in front of the other, one sleep after the next. Crossing days off my calendar, watching the seasons change on the leaves outside my window.
I am from the town of rolling hills and slow-moving fog. Where Wednesday morning silence is broken by footsteps on the track, and Friday Night Lights echo through the streets.