I have fallen out of love.
May 2013
13 posts
“My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.”
—Warsan Shire (via seabois)
I want to touch you in the places between the shadows and your skin.
In the darkest times of the night, in the brightest times of the day,
I think of you.
And I wonder, if you think of me too.
April 2013
4 posts
The first time I say I love you, your face
crumbles. You look at me
the way man stares in terror
at the stars and the sea.You grasp your head, fist
your hair, hiss, whisper why me
why me I am weak I am
dirt I am dust I am
nothing—Why you? Because
the earth is made of dust
and dirt and you are as
essential to me as earth
is to sky; you give me something
to set my sun against.The dirt and the dust are not
weak. I could build a house
out of you; you are the roof
when I rain.
March 2013
4 posts
“I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.” —“Goodnight,” J. Bradley (via commovente)
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.” —“Goodnight,” J. Bradley (via commovente)
