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Caramel, caffeine, chocolate, and espresso aromas mix with the faint rotting wood smell of the coffee shop. The professors sitting across from me laugh at boring jokes I’ve heard from every other professor before. Students sit typing on their laptops oblivious to the world around them. A fly skitters across my marble table top stopping briefly next to my blue berry soda in the old-time glass bottle. Jumbled together voices create a quiet gentle hum with certain distinguishable words like “de...

Where I live there is a location called Lover’s Leap because, as old waconian legend states, an Indian and his lover were not allowed to marry so they jumped off of a cliff together. Lover’s Leap is a large cliff over looking the gorgeous blue Brazos river and the small suburban houses of Waco. The legend makes the cliff embrace the tragic romantic feel most writers can never successfully emulate, while at the same time keeping the cliff’s serene beauty. I picture the two Indians on Lovers’ ...

As I hold my eyes to Mother Mary so she’ll understand, I fantasize about you because you are burned into my retina; Your soft warm breath gently caressing my ears, Calling to me like the curiosity of Pandora’s Box, Pulling me in like a narcissist’s reflection. While small beads of blood and sweat Pioneer a worn pathway that dribbles down my hands, I can feel the rosary I pray with cutting into my thick skin. I’m distracted because I realize our first time will be our last, And I’m tired of be...

I can feel an indescribable pain in my chest where I feel as if nothing will fill me up, and my thoughts keep racing back and forth. Everything I feel, at the moment, I deserve for being naïve and thinking I was special enough not to be added to the statistic--- Believing there was love beyond sex. There is no such thing as romantic love. All that exists is sex. Sex is emptying whether attached to a beautifully written score in a romantic comedy or in an average hotel room where you spread yo...

My hands are trembling Throat closing Nose running Unsteady shaking gasps for air Salty taste in my mouth Dirty skin I do not deserve my skin I can feel an indescribable pain in my chest where I feel as if nothing will fill me up, and my thoughts keep racing back and forth. Everything I feel, at the moment, I deserve for being naïve and thinking I was special enough not to be added to the statistic. Believing there was love beyond sex. There is no such thing as romantic love. All that exists ...