eddiegooch

To wrap up the three part series heres "Blameless"

The way we ended was too familiar and for that I blame myself. I blame myself for listening to your carefully crafted sentences; you said stopping communication when you left would feel “inorganic”. What I refused to hear was your intent to slowly disappear over the next 4-5 weeks so your hands would hold no blood. I blame myself for not listening to YOUR friends when they told me to see the…

I sit in my room holding a gentle pink rose quartz to the left side of my chest. The left side of the chest contains a muscle so strong that it not only instinctively fuels every other muscle, tissue, and nerve but it also houses an array of emotions as well. Deep breath in through the nose and exhale out through pursed lips. Allowing this crystal to speak to my heart chakra and; dissolve the…

A story of a dead romance coming to you in three parts. Part 1-

Every story has authors and characters; you were the author of this romance. You initiated this romance at World Pride in New York City, a day spearheaded by happiness and friendship. A day accentuated with no only love for yourself but  for the community as well. A day celebrated by a love cultivated over decades of hard work and sacrafice. I walked into this Pride party ready to celebrate this…

The dark night encompasses the neighborhood of Dorchester, a small town on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., making the town seem even smaller than it really is. With no one in sight, the figure of a teenage girl appears under the streetlights. Making her way across the diameter of the streetlight glowing circle that was left to illuminate humpback whale court, her hands hang by her sides…

April 8, 2016

  That’s the day my heart broke. Broke doesn’t even seem to begin to describe how it feels in my chest. It’s almost like someone put a shotgun to my heart and blew the middle right out of it. My heart is still standing but there’s a lot missing. All the missing pieces they were given to you. You haven’t yet shown to have any decency but please prove me wrong and return the missing…

Infatuations; can they become harmful?

Infatuation is a common subject throughout life. Growing up the infatuations start off small; a school yard crush, researching your favorite animals, ect. Learning all you can about something that may seem just a slightest bit extraterrestrial. But as you grow older and your mind begins to learn more about the world around you the infatuations deepen, they change.

Elias grew from a little boy who…

Use Me, Use You

Moving to a new city, starting a new job, making new friends; everyone knows that that this is truly difficult. But what people remember about these experiences is what happens in the movies and not what actually goes on in this new millennium we live in. No one moves to a new city and doesn’t download some sort of app for socialization. In this new age finding a love connection, if that’s what…

It was a Tuesday night toward the end of February, Eddie was gathered by two of his best friends at a house that wasn’t his nor theirs. A house encapsulated by trees, and for this evening a fortress for his heartache. A place where he could hide from the pain that would come tomorrow, next week and months down the line. Because pain comes in waves sometimes. Especially when you lie. When you tell…

Love to Me...

As I cried my self to sleep last night I tried to remember what love looks like. My vision was blurry filling to the brim with water so I turned to my memory. Love to me has never been just one person. Love to me is all of my friendships. Love to me is my family. Love to me transcends that of bloodlines and memories. Love to me is a feeling of security without getting too comfortable to stop…

The bitch is back and "Colder" then ever. This is me sharing with you how neglect can freeze a heart.

*one unread message*

For a moment I’m special, and in that moment I feel as if I could fly, but time passes and so does your mind. It passes from me and my Instagram DMs, our two-sided banter, to a dead space that only I feel. I’m sure your mind has moved onto a new boy you make feel weightless with your free compliments. We’re now living in a city that were not sharing. Same air, same buildings,…

Alison has been through a lot; she’s experienced the ups and the downs. She’s been thrown around, lifted up and smashed into the ground by a little thing called love. So this time she knew she had to be careful.

Dear John she wrote. She decided to write him a letter. She need to be sure of his intentions with their relationship.

I am writing you this letter because I think with the care and hope…