Poetry

I don’t want to be your secret

  I don’t want to be a secret phone call that ends as the sun rises. I want to be your early morning alarm that is allowed to be loud in your bedroom. I want to be your person. I don’t want to be your secret. I don’t want to be your ink pen that… Continue reading I don’t want to be your secret

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Love, Poetry

A Letter To My Daughter On Heartbreaks,

    The first time you complained a little too much about the boy who made fun of your braces and at the same time took a few minutes longer to get ready to school, I knew that you were smitten. I don’t think either of us remember his name right now. And that is precisely… Continue reading A Letter To My Daughter On Heartbreaks,