The Writer Wannabe – writes in vaguely coherent words

The Boy in the Red Sneakers

We broke up. It was inevitable, a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. Instead of letting that storm tear us apart,

Walking on tiptoe what hurts the most is being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk a

To be or not to be Archaeology has always been of interest to me. I find this field of study fascinating.

Mean street I was standing at the corner and then you appeared. Your stare was penetrating even from acr

The object of my [dis] illusion Desperately wanting, and I settled for a phony affection. It didn’t

I wanted love so bad You know when you wanted something so bad you could almost see it right before your

The liberating sadness When you’ve been in the same shithole over and over again you become numbe

Maybe it’s you Maybe it’s you, or maybe not Maybe we’re meant to be, or maybe not So

Echoing footsteps We said our goodbyes and pretended we were not hurting but as soon as you walked away I