Blinking Cursor
Some love stories are left unfinished.
By Kiersten FoxPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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You knew you wanted her
you just weren’t sure what words could get you there.
In the meantime, you caught a glimpse of me;
suddenly your fingers flew across the keys.
You knew I’d fall, fast and hard
so you passed your time with me
together typing up a love story.
If only I’d known you were writing fiction.
And when she knew it would hurt me most
she winked at you, and you left me.
Our story abandoned in the midst of
“I love—”
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About the Creator
Kiersten Fox
Constantly searching for new ways to challenge myself and develop new writing skills. I mainly write poetry, but also enjoy summarizing psychological journal articles. Thank you for exploring my work!
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