If you wanna love the world, where do you start?
I wanna write a story
about the sun that was once my chest,
about the cloud that was once my head,
about reaching for air, how I was finally able
to fill my lungs with a single breath,
how I've learned about peace and then heard
something inside me crack.
If you wanna love the world, where do you start?
I move too fast, it's my thing
to set a pace and outrun it;
it's my thing to collect my tears just in case
all drinking water gets poisoned -
can only hope that I've cried enough
so I won't die of thirst.
If you wanna love the world, where do you start?
'Cause I can feel like I'm about to break,
again;
I remember so very clearly
how I was making deals back then
for just a splinter of, not joy,
but potential.
Cycles over cycles, little athlete, tell me -
didn't you pass yourself a million times?
Do you still mourn the dreams
you once had when you were more than stuck
and just needed to get out?
If you wanna love the world, step by step,
how do you do that without needing to resurrect;
I found my place in the world and came back from the dead,
but casket diaries, they become quite exhausting -
take a second, just imagine it,
it's no fun anymore the millionth time
'cause I know by now
how my coffin's shaped and
my fear has turned to resignation.
So how does it come the sun still hurts as badly,
so how does it come that the light on my skin
still feels like it did on the first day?
flannery o'connor
i don't dance anymore
not like i used to
life gave me a love to dance
then took away the reason
j.c.g
“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all the time.”
— Christine Arylo
enduring love
e.m forster, a room with a view / atonement (2007) / thomas hardy, far from the madding crowd / portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / cassandra clare, city of glass / rainer maria rilke / giovanni gasparro / philip pullman, the amber spyglass.
I loved you so much, I hated how much I didn't tell you this. If you ever read this I still love you A. E
They asked me whom I love
I thought of the hue of your eye's
I thought of the dark tint of your hair
I thought of the strong perfume you always have
I thought of how we clicked, we never got bored of each other
I thought of you
I thought of you
I thought of you
I thought of you
And I think of you
I think of you
I thank of you
And
I
said
No
one
2018.05.23
I stole a kiss from you on our first real date I couldn't help it You were in the middle of a sentence as you spoke of music and art you loved and I just leaned over and kissed you And then filled anxious nerves
"Oh" that was all you said and I apologized again and again You looked at me I looked at you and we tried again for a first kiss
For real this time
You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else.
Just A 23 Year Writing To Stay Relevant, discovering the meme-ing of life along the way - Let's Not Talk Anymore 🌻
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