loverstabbedaswordthroughmyheart:
i-was-so-alone-and-iou-so-much:
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented in the first place.
for the constellations of your skin to brush against
the earth of mine
i would swim the seas a thousand times
(please let’s fuck now)That was beautiful
poets
(Source: beautifulvomit, via illusionsofamoure)
I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.
Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
(Source: lucyquin, via deucaliony)
“I don’t trust anyone, because the trust I’ve given them has always been abused. It never fails to disappoint me.”
1.
no one ever congratulates you
for doing the really difficult things
like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or
staying alive
2.
every friendship you make is a countdown
to the moment
when they finally can’t deal
with the missed calls and canceled hangouts
every friendship is on a timer
every friendship expires sooner,
not later
3.
you hear phrases like “bootstraps”
over and over
until you wish you had some to hang
yourself with
4.
you have to learn to simultaneously
relax your muscles
and move them with determination
you have to be in control
and you have to let go
at the same time
it’s enough to drive you into
a blubbering mess
5.
music is a conduit
crying is a conduit
your dad calling is a conduit
everything becomes a conduit
for either having or not having another panic attack
6.
you learn to stop making plans
because you’ll either disappoint yourself
or someone you care about or both
7.
you accept all of it
8.
you hope someday everyone else can
accept it too
(via blankslate)
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via waydowntown)
(via tryinggtoevolve)
(via shanexcore)
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.
6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.
9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.
10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.
12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
13. I’m not a dog.
14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
19. You were too cruel to love for a long time.
20. It just didn’t work out.
21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
24. The women in my family die waiting.
25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.
26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”
29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile.
30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love.
31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.
32. I’m a lover without a lover.
33. I’m lovely and lonely.
34. I belong deeply to myself."
(Source: larmoyante)
You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
Warsan Shire
is it a blessing ?
mother letting me think i was not beautiful
mother telling me, “get some talents” because
i could not rely on my looks to get me anywhere
nobody could, she said
but especially not me, she meant
was it a blessing
that out of hating myself, i learned
how to laugh at myself to paint
sunrises to draw love to write loneliness
to read hungrily to be creative to
be bigger than myself to love miracles to
draw open doors in walls with my eyes
and learned to escape without
ever leaving the room
was it a blessing
that out of hating myself, i learned
to invest in words that saved me
that i got good at metaphors and
dancing with the alphabet that i
won gold stars for perfect spelling
tests and rows and rows of As
hallelujah at least you’re smart
and honors classes and special
mentions and pats on the backs
from teachers who meant well
who claimed to see my potential
all the while staring at my face,
ugly charred armor barricading
my true swan-faced self in
was it a blessing
i felt beautiful when i made folks
laugh. i learned all the jokes,
fearing the day they realized
the real joke was me
was it a blessing
i think of my mother glad
that i could still make beauty
out of what i lack
is it a blessing
i learned to get good at
what i loved; i learned to love
and fight for it, all because
my face was not
what we prayed for
mother, was it a blessing
i could still make beauty
out of all i lack
