The First Kiss

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” She asked, turning toward him. His face was shadowed, except for where the street lights forced away the darkness.

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Jump

I started running.
Running from my problems,
Running from my passions,
Running straight toward the edge of a cliff.

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Pathways

Maybe it’s the competitive side of me,
Maybe it’s the selfish corner of my soul,
Or my inner-narcissist,
But I want to love you better.

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