breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
problems
i know why you booked the night train, i know you did it so that you wouldn't have to sit and stare at the wounds you'd so intricately placed within the depths of my soul months after fixing them. i know you did it so i wouldn't have to sit there and look at you whilst you looked at me in pity. i know you did it so i could sit for hours on that train and bask in this hurt and let it turn into resentment, repulsion, desperation, anything except heartbreak. anything. although, i doubt you would want desperation because even in moments where you would despise me, you could never say no to me. i'm not sure whether you did this for you, or whether you did this for me and i'm not sure which is worse.
By sumiya akter5 years ago in Humans
Pasta
There is love in the flavors. Passion in the garlic as it overtakes the senses. There is romance in the kitchen as we chop and toss and collide. The perfect mix of butter and oil and herbs. The perfect hint of heat and fire. We don't talk like we used to but we squeeze beside one another, sweating from the flames. We bark orders and we plate masterpieces. But we are not us.
By Casey Renee LeVasseur5 years ago in Humans
13 Nigerian Celebrities Who've Spoken About Domestic Violence
Domestic violence is one of the worst things anybody can go through in a relationship or marriage. Having anybody hit you even once is horrible, but to be hit repeatedly in your own home is a horrible thing that I wish upon nobody.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Humans
Hard Rock Socks
I bought you socks at the Las Vegas Hard Rock Cafe. I never mentioned them, but I did. I was going to bring them on our next date as a surprise. They are goofy, just like you. They are tropical themed with a tacky Hard Rock emblem. They reminded me of your various silly socks that we would laugh at while watching movies on my couch.
By Marisa Ayers5 years ago in Humans
Failed Recoil
“I apologize for not being confident within myself” is what I want to text you but I’m not sure if this is the right thing to say. “WYD?” Or “did you read my text?” probably isn’t the best thing to say to you either. As I pace around my bedroom, I can’t help but think about our conversation. Emotions were high on both sides and I am sorry about my lack of confidence because if I was, then I wouldn't have texted that the other night. “Man I’m tired” I whisper to myself while rubbing my eyes. The cold marble floor beneath my feet is soothing but not enough to calm me down. I’ve been tossing and turning for the past 2 nights wondering if you read my messages. Wondering how you felt about me. Wondering if you’ll call me again. You must think the worst of me and I can explain. What if I were to tell you that I'm damaged, emotionally battered and some days I feel low. I question all of my actions because I am re-learning how to love myself again. My hyperactive mind tells me that you’re withholding something from me and I can’t help but ask for clarity. The abrupt distance from us has been bothering me because you use to always pick up my calls. Why is there a sudden change?
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Humans
Making it Up...
I pretty much knew all my life that I would be a writer. I had my first nationally published poem when I was 14 years old in 1974. Trust me, it was awful, but someone saw something in it. I still have the book around here somewhere… It makes me cringe to read it now. It is out there, but I will never post it publicly.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Humans
Baby, I Get So Weak in the November Rain
I'd remember the title of "our song" even if it weren't written in the half-page love letter my high school boyfriend inscribed in my Sophomore yearbook. He'd graduated that year- 1994 -and unlike our less fortunate civilian teen counterparts, not only did we have to contend with graduation and uncertain matriculation- my family was moving back to the states. His was not.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Humans









