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I will never know you
By Sammy Ginsberg how i wish to hold your handand let you understandevery thought in my mindand to ask everything about you,and to know you and greet you with a kissinstead of a brief hello. ,You make me giddy like the teenage girli am.When I close my eyes I see your smiling face.We can be…
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He Said No
By Sammy Ginsberg For a momentI thought I touchedsomeone kindredwho understood,I thought he would be the one to say yesto sit at cafes withto think about things withto stay up all night writing scripts withto go to small plays with awkward names withto laugh at everything withto write poems about nothing withto share everything withto…
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First kiss
By Sammy Ginsberg “Ive never kissed a person”, I mumbled.”do you want to?”and i did. his lips were soft, cold, surprising.so odd to be on my own,i pulled back.”woah, that was weird”
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First Kiss, First Thoughts
By Sammy Ginsberg Today,for some reason, I was asked”wait, have you had your first kiss yet,”twice. and, that was the day I had my first kiss.18 years 5 months and 13 days,I waited for this moment, only to find outit was just like any other. it was i realized, just a kissa kiss is just…
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Get Better
By Sammy Ginsberg rationalizingthat if he never talked to me againand all he ever did was ask me for my phone numberand say he wanted to get coffeei’d be happy. but secretly, it’s not. i can’t help that i hopethat maybe he’ll understanda spirit like minekindredit can either stay the same or get better.
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Denied
By Sammy Ginsberg When you didn’t respondI kept up hope that you were speechless,in awe of my personalitymy courage,and maybe you were just about to callbecause my message had meant so much to you.I denied myself acceptanceYou denied me closureso many loose ends,i never said so many things that would have changed everything,but i thought…
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Cruise Crush
By Sammy Ginsberg a guywith green eyes,rings of orange around them,but only in the sun.i think he has braces,and light brown hair, pale.there was quite a lot of sexual tension, at least, that is what my cousin said.in the hallway together,my mom poked her head out of the door.”that’s my mom. uh oh,” I said.”what…
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Boy
By Sammy Ginsberg He wears thrift store sweatersand has drum stick blue eyesthe light reflecting off tambourine hairHe knows that emily bronte wrote wuthering heightsand wants to write a novelto study the humanitiesHe travels, is adventurous, to spain,and goes alone, i am not the only onethe photos sporadic and without asking. He asks me to…
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Blue
By Sammy Ginsberg sitting, our knees inches away,the guy so much so in my dreamsHe will never be real.and yet he is real,and breathing,breathing me breathing himbreathing. it’s hard to look up, such fuzziness my vision, I just want to lean my head onto his shoulderand look up into his eyesthat are not the reflection…