Tired
I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of being confused. I’m tired of being the ‘other one’. I’m tired of analyzing the little touches That meant so much to me, But mean nothing to you. I’m tired of being the one You claim to tell...
Read MorePosted by R.D.Wylder | Aug 9, 2020 | Poetry |
I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of being confused. I’m tired of being the ‘other one’. I’m tired of analyzing the little touches That meant so much to me, But mean nothing to you. I’m tired of being the one You claim to tell...
Read MorePosted by R.D.Wylder | Oct 17, 2018 | Stories |
Trigger Warning: Mention of self harm, mental illness, and character death. This part of the park had the distinction of somehow being both secluded and well-trafficked. A dense, narrow thicket obscured the point where the path...
Read MorePosted by R.D.Wylder | Jun 17, 2018 | Poetry |
I didn’t know I was over you until I saw her. I didn’t know I no longer wanted you until I started wanting her. To be honest, I think I wanted you from the very beginning. It wasn’t love at first sight. It...
Read MorePosted by R.D.Wylder | Jun 17, 2018 | Thoughts |
What do I look for in the perfect person? Absolutely nothing, because the perfect person doesn’t exist. I know what some of you are thinking. That’s a steaming pile of horse manure because my partner’s perfect....
Read MorePosted by R.D.Wylder | Feb 12, 2017 | Poetry |
You scare me. I wouldn’t say I have an adventurous spirit. I wouldn’t call myself a coward either. I could be convinced to do a great many things On a dare. But you… Quiet, unassuming you… You scare me....
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