http://slow.writerscafe.org/ambermle The original writings of author A. E. Red en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986654 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A few simple things.Nothing extraordinary.An invitation to dinner,a movie date, a hintthat I crossed your mind today.I just want those simple things.I want to lie next to youwithout the dread of knowingthat you'll forget me in the morning.For who f*****g knows how long?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1954282/ It doesn't get easier just because thebruises faded. Or because you're gone now.I still have to see you in my sleep. I still have to feel your hands aroundmy neck.I'm still fucked up,damaged for some crazy f**kwho might decide to love me, someday.You know, I think it's ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1947847/ You can't help but think, "She's a mess, she's crazy." Another bad decision, another mistake...added to the tally. My name on your phone, 50/50 that I'm crying again. A video call full of tears again. A little piece of my heart, ground into dust again.I'm beginning to wonder if I'm addicted to the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1943023/ It's time for a changebut I don't know if I can.Am I too far gone,made too many mistakes?Did I miss my chance atSanityor normalcyor love?There has to be a bigger picture,I'm just not seeing it yet.Is there a surface,or am I forever drowning?I can't do rock bottom again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1933612/ Sick of all the maybe's,the what if's and could be's.Sick of the games,the f**k boys and should be's.Maybe if I was just...a little bit thinner,a little less crazy,not such a sinner.What if I had just...met you before,when life was simpler,when I wasn't a w***e... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1931722/ Guilty of the same old s**t.Finding myself in theseridiculous situations.Falling, falling, falling...same wrong person in a different body.My old friend, rock bottom,the sharp shards sneaking inlike a familiar voice comforting me.Guilty of some new s**t, too,but all the factors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1930947/ TRIANGLEYou saw me there, the broken girl. No eye contact, swimming in beer andanger.Making jokes and laughing at myself,to ease the pain until morning.But if I have what you want, and I'm going to hurt regardless...is it still immoral to pull thatstring?The string .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1925253/ Therapy session, as usual http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1916077/ I'm the girl who tells you...Exactly how I feel,exactly what you're doingright and wrong.Exactly how perfectthe shape of your lips are.How crazy you make me.How I dream about you,even when I'm madannoyedfrustratedconfused.I'm the girl who will fall for youharder t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1908738/ I am damaged.You knew this. You knew what you weregetting into. I warned you, I told you, and by now...I've showed you.I am damaged, and anxious, and I am so f*****g emotional that I'mbarely human.I feel like I don't even know, but Ifeel like I know everything. I feel like you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1903825/ On the drive down,my stomach was in knots.My brain was jumbled.I hoped words would come out.I curled my toes under yourridiculously perfect a*s.We watched a movie,you touched me.Innocently.I had to make myself breathe.You let me spend the night.I kissed you.I couldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1903821/ Therapy session again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1862768/ Just a therapy session http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1858182/ Inhale, choke.Exhale, cry.All I want to know is why.Why here? Why now?Why me? Why us?I knew from the startthis was more than just lust.The taste of your lips,your face when you sleep.I can't just forget, it plays on repeat.Inhale, choke.Exhale, scream.I can't ever make you love me.I wish I was bette.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1792191/ The grass beneath her feet was dry and unkempt, it stuck like a hair in the shower to the sweat on her toes. Her nostrils flared, the tiny bumps on her arms raised. She wiped her black, mascara-dyed tears from her cheeks and tried to breathe through the pounding in her head. It felt like her sadness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambermle/1790559/