"I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it."
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"I’m a poet, the people I love will always be somewhere else."
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"You never know how sick you are until you try to recover."
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"Just knowing you exist changed the world for me"
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"I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when Iʼm not around.
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things Iʼve done behind their back.
I have a hamper thatʼs overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
and a graveyard in my closet.
Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines."
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"If anybody could have saved me it would have been you."
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"When you are missing something you’ve left behind, it could be dead or lost so that you never find it again. You never really know, when you don’t have something, what its condition is. That’s why you grieve about it to the same degree- because you just don’t know."
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"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."
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"We haven’t spoken in months,
or even acknowledged each other’s
existence. How can two people
who once meant everything
to each other become strangers
after a small exchanging
of aggressive words? There are
questions that have been
lingering in my mind that are
waiting to be answered
by someone who has been
through this and survived.
Questions I know that only have
a bitter outcome but need
to be dealt with. And I know
that you will never be the one
who will help me solve
these mysteries that we set up
ourselves, but then again
I know that you’ve never been
able to leave an easily solvable
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"You belong here, not because you are lovely but because you are more than that."
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"I remember seeing the lighthouse in the distance, and feeling her hand slip into mine on the car ride there. There was something in the way she kissed my lips that made me think that she knew this might be the last moment of us moving into the feeling of infinity together. Then suddenly we were in the sea together, being parted by the waves, but before I could be swept away by the force of my own future, the sound of her scream broke through my delusional concentration, and brought me back to the surface. I thought she needed to be saved. I could throw my limbs around her like I was made to keep her above the water. But then the sound of her laughter filled my ears, traveled across the sea, made love to the fucking sky, and I didn’t have to see her to know that she was safe in the arms of the ocean. I looked for her in my unfamiliar home, but before I could find her in the sea, I saw that she had been washed up on the shore; seaweed tied around her legs, mistaken for an affectionate eel, but looked tight enough to seem as if Poseidon was trying to drag her under. Trying to marry her to the tides, forcing her into his arms, a selfish God who only wanted her for himself. When I got home later that night, I could still feel the sand on the sensitive parts of my feet, could still feel the way the water moved across my skin like I was apart of the waves; the tides taking me back home."
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"i can’t promise you very much.
the fragile side of love is the only side there is.
but i promise I will love you until i stop loving you.
and when that happens, i’ll start again"
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"Please don’t come around here if all you can talk to me about is the weather, or if you have to ask me how my day was. Because I’m not quite sure how well I can handle small talk with the same person I used to be able to understand loud and clear when she was sound asleep in my bed. I’m not quite sure if I can handle speaking to the same person, who never had to say a single word for me to know exactly how she was feeling, as if she were a perfect stranger."
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"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand."
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When it is but it aint
Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.
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