July 9, 2016
You apologized for calling me pretentious yesterday. I think you knew it hurt my feelings to some degree. I think it's the first time you've apologized to me without being guilted into it. You told me that you just wanted to know everything about me, now that we've agreed to doing this. What I didn't tell you was that this is my sole strand of sanity. This is my only secret from you, since you've infiltrated my life. My documentation and my unbridled expression is the only thing that still belongs to me. I thought it was the only thing of mine that you hadn't touched, yet you still saturate it.
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How Autumn Came to be
PoetryI've never understood why the third season of the year gets to have two names. Fall and Autumn. Spring only gets one name, as do summer and winter. It's always been lost on me, what made fall so different. And then I met you. You are the reason the...
