my words are raw.
I am long past using flowery poetic words to describe my feelings.
Hurt is hurt. Anger is anger. Breaking is breaking.
I want you to see me as I am.
Breathing. Breaking. Broken.
Month: September 2019
and still,
after all this time,
the sun has never said to the earth,
“You owe me.”
look what happens with a love like that.
it lights up the sky.
understanding people is not a waste of time
Everyone deserves to be held, listened to, and loved.
It takes real courage to let another human see you.
– fragments
not all who wander are lost
Your soul feels so much like home. When I met you, really met you, I finally understood what they meant when they say, “Not all who wander are lost”.
For I always find myself wandering back in your arms.
– fragments
is that what love was?
The pictures all have me smiling, but good god it doesn’t reach my eyes at all. Something in that girl is rotten. Something in that girl is broken. She reeks of unsolvable, unpretty, unhealthy obsessions. Posturing and crumbling for someone else’s idea of perfection.
Is that what love was? I carved myself out trying to make gold from muddy water. I put on pretty underwear and didn’t buckle my seatbelt. I got drunk too often, but you liked how it made me at sex. Is this what love was. A girl worked boneless, dog-tired, unable to sleep without sobbing.
Is this what love was? Because I look helpless.
– excerpt from a book I’ll never write
concept:
we forget what everyone else says.
we hold hands in public.
I tell my friends that you’re mine and I’m yours and you do the same.
we love each other, openly and unashamed.
it doesn’t matter to us if everyone accepts it.
we accept each other, and that’s enough.
take your time
sometimes I stayed too long on the ground, and I wanted to tell you that that’s alright too.
take your time.
Terrible, Thanks for Asking. 