Ariana GonBon

Joined January 2021

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29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.

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She wanted to want to be here. She pretended (ignoring that she was pretending) that she was enjoying this. He invited her to his boat on the lake and she was happy to oblige. She loved him; of course she would go.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Fiction
Ink stains
One day you will find this, unknowing Of all I held for your low heart Cupped in my too eager hands Begging you to see me
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Salt stains
I would have stayed to prevent your cries soaking my shirt for your wailing Salt stains on my heartless skin Reveal my weakness in
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Not Your Sickness
Why did you leave me all alone here I couldn’t do it any more It being me, my sickness You are not your sickness Made me feel like it
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
How did you think
How did you think to do this to me I had no other way to go You could have told me, I would’ve Let you go with no fight
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Library Love
I snuck you between library shelves You were supposed to love me more You kissed me first in your bed I invited you first
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Bailes
You choreographed and I followed Avoiding my gaze after you learned I used to love you Realizing I changed I excused no more
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Always Tried
Always tried to never lie again Found myself watching my tongue slip Repeating apologies I did not believe in Never satisfying
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
Too Long Love
I’ve loved you for too long to be sane Writing letters to fill my void I would have to confess them You’ll never be ready
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
That’s Not True
You never loved me That’s not true Then why did you leave I was disappearing We could have fixed it You mean we could have fixed ME
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Poets
It’s Tradition. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge. Content Warning.
It’s tradition to argue with the best men you know about manners versus safety It’s tradition for them to be offended
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Poets
Stacked Up Reasons. Top Story - April 2024.
Somehow she kept finding excuses not to leave. She excavated them from her underwear drawer, blew dust bunnies off them from underneath the bed. She found them at the bottom of her tea mugs, even borrowing the maintenance mans’ ladder to reach the forbidden depths of the highest kitchen shelves.
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Fiction