Dreamy poetry about girlhood and the complexities of being a woman.
She used to think that she was different than the others. That she was the lucky one. Because she hadn’t let it get to her the way that they had.
By Love Odessa about 5 hours ago in Poets
California dreaming was too much. I woke with the taste of salt in my mouth.
By Love Odessa about 6 hours ago in Poets
It was impossible to forget a face like that. The sadness in her eyes told a story that words would never speak, the absence of tears that would never form.
It’s a nauseating scene to be subjected to, in a sad sort of way— such a beautiful girl, become a pushover to the man that rose.
By Love Odessa 23 days ago in Poets
A disarray of giant white and pink balloons lined the old dance hall. Had the others asked for them? Or had they been like me—
By Love Odessa 27 days ago in Poets
Love bombing, whether romantic or platonic, is strategic manipulation. The intimacy of trust is an innocence unlike any other—
