I'm going to get married

Not really, I'm lying, joke I would marry Yesika Salgado if I could. She is the new love of my life..
why cry about men when you can cry about brilliant poets
on the internet?

her work is to die for.

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I want you to meet someone

- suddenly you find yourself shaking a woman's hand. she is standing awfully close to him and your stomach closes in on itself. you are smiling a little too hard. your fingers curl like question marks around her fingers. she is beautiful and happy and you don't know if you should hate her or befriend her. if she's part of him now and you've never been good at hating any parts of him.

This is my girlfriend

- you say hi nice to meet you and you swear it sounds like please give him back to me. he called you a good friend and you want to ask if it is true. If that's all that you have been reduced to. a nice girl you introduce your girlfriend to. someone she will mention as you both drive home. that girl was so sweet and you say yes she is. you hope that he can taste you then. that all the words You whispered into his ears while he slept crawl out of your pores and fill the car, the road, the bed he will share with her.

my favorite girls

- he says and hugs you both. her hand still in your hand. your skin a shade a green it had never been before.

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you're always wearing lipstick. on purpose. you like the way it colors your face. your mother only wore hers for very special occasions. the same tube of soft pink lipstick every time. you, well, you are not like that. you have all the colors of a sunset in your makeup bag. the boys ask you questions like: is that for me? can I kiss you? can those lips be mine? and you remember when your mouth was just a mouth. not a target or a weapon or some kind of home for lost men. you continue wearing your lipstick. red. hot pink. deep red. violet. burgundy. blood red. blood orange. blood. where is the party? someone asks when you board the bus. you don't smile. you don't anything. you are the special occasion. you deserve more than one tube of soft pink smeared timidly across lips. you re-apply your blood red. you are a bruja now. you are the one that makes everyone in the novela cry. you look out the bus window. you wear victory so well. you slay baby, for yourself..

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....there's more but omg,

I got shivers.

So awesome.

Absolutely beautiful