Regret is subtle
The eyes of a man doesn’t distinguish his gratitude towards his woman
Action and assurance
Pain and discomfort
Binding together as a toxic mixture that only seems to make someone stronger in the world's eyes…
To realize and purify, those who stand before you
Those who love
Those who kill
In a reality some things just don’t seem real
They adore you for it
From section to section
An applause from all comes out and you gracefully attempt to hide it
But in your mind you know you shouldn’t abide it
Oh what I a mess I made
About the Creator
ABJ
Writer/Poet
Instagram: @abjthepoet
“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 days ago in Fiction
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