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I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else,In the aftermath of our fight, a storm within my mind,The battle of emotions, where sanity and chaos are bound Echoes of our evening bounce in my head,A deafening… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.” For a second the possibility of this being true crossed my mind as I read the text. Just as the panic set in, my eyes flew open. “It… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else,” I ashamedly mumble. “Perfect! That’s what I like to see Dan,” Chip exclaims through the small microphone embedded inside of the console. “Let’s keep that same mood going… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.” Her “I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else”Or that’s at least what I said.Truth is… I wasn’t readyI knew you were getting closer… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.” Last night marked the first time in two years that I didn’t find myself stuck in the echoes of your absence. For once, your name wasn’t carved into… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.”Jared felt his heart sink into the concrete floor. “Who?”Julianne sighed, and her white hands wrapped around the cup of coffee in front of her. She sent her gaze… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.” Brad said to Cynthia while running a hand through his hair. No wonder this guy is on a reality show. “How can you watch this garbage? I mean… Continue Reading →
Walking north on Bleeker Street at Grove Street, I heard two young women behind me talking. “I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else,” one of the women said to the other. I couldn’t tell if… Continue Reading →
One-sided love Your problem is not my problemI’ve endured your anger long enoughA love that once was, now stained with fear Despite the storm inside your heartThere was a flicker of hope I saw insidewithin the shadow, a light began… Continue Reading →
“Tu problema no es mi problema,” dijo la persona que vive en México. Esta persona es mi amor y mi todo. Hay un problema con esto. Yo vivo en Perú. Por eso, no la puedo ver. Además, la condición en… Continue Reading →
Your problem is not my problem,And your mistakes are not my mistakes.Your tantrums are not my tantrums,And your headaches are not my headaches. Yet your problem becomes my problem,And your mistakes become my mistakes.I’m the one that becomes forgotten,And you’re… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem.” I yell as my friend bangs on my door. “Come on man, let me in,” “NO! David you got yourself into this mess, now you get yourself out!” I’m so tired of doing this… Continue Reading →
You think that your problem is not my problem,But you kill again. You ask not for permission,Nor for a reason why.You only ask for forgiveness. Why did it have to go this way?You didn’t think it would come to this.You… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem.” He replies. I sit there perplexed at his response, and ask “Are you serious?” He answers with a simple “Womp Womp” It takes a couple of seconds to sink in but when it does… Continue Reading →
Your problem is not my problem.Stop making it out to be.If you’re about to be run over?It has nothing to do with me.If you’re in an emergency.That doesn’t fall on me.You need some extra money?You’re not getting it from me.This… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem,” Janeous whispered to his partner, Tim, as they crouched in the shadows outside the heavily fortified compound. They were on a mission to steal a package worth more than gold; A treasure more coveted… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem,” they replied.Once a phobia, now turned to a reality.Something that was seen down the road, has now arrived.Betrayal of the personal senses; trust wasted on the ungrateful and inadequate.Regret and Treachery open the eyes,Abrupt… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem,” words that have never sat right with me, words that have always felt like a needle piercing through my eyes over and over again, the amount of anguish those words have cost me is… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem,” Martin said, dropping the butt of his cigarette into the trash. “You’re on that stage in fifteen minutes or you’re not on at all.” He slammed the door behind him, leaving a faint cloud… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem” the old woman selling handcrafted jewelry says to me. I’m standing in the humid, busy metro station right under Grand Central Station. There is only two weeks until Christmas, and with my typical procrastinator… Continue Reading →