I love so many people
as genuinely and deeply as someone can
because it is the only way I know
but I have never been in love
at least not a two-sided love
unrequited is all I know
and now I think I'm broken
I chase love when it is not there
but can't take the leap for someone who really cares
all I want is to be someone's person
the person they think of first when an interesting thing happens
or they have an interesting thing to talk about
because you're the one they want to talk to most
because you would talk to them all day if you could
but I can't keep a connection past the first date
most sparks die while we're still talking
so an actual relationship feels like a dream
about as real as the American dream, today
maybe it's that attitude
that pushes good things away
I just need to love openly
and let the universe guide the flow
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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