Laura Pioli

Writer, phone-a-holic, instagrammer, iced coffee addict (okay, mostly that last one).

Here’s To The Mess We’ve Made

We’ll get there, one day, maybe. When the first thing I’ll see waking up will be your green eyes, or your big hands, lost somewhere around the pillow. Someday, somehow, we will get there.

I Keep Loving People Who Leave

They all stick around, promising me things using only words and not many actions. They love me. They say it over and over, they miss me, they need me, they like me. And I believe them.

I Won’t Blame You Anymore, Father

I make my own decisions, I decide who to fall in love with, who to let in, who can break my heart this year and who can’t, so what does it have to do with you, father?