I woke up to you and you fell asleep to me
If you stand us side by side I have more scars You have more lies. They’re both dark splotches running through our cores Whatever is like love is a synonym for war.
I don’t know how to love a little. What is this not giving all of myself? What is this lack of complete, bittersweet immersion – this absence of a smothered love, this freedom you speak of that love gives? I don’t understand. For me to choose love is to choose it all, and always – […]
I’m trying to reconstruct something which may or may not have been broken so if you can see the pieces, pick them up and if they were torn apart by invisible hands let’s stitch them together with visible words and comfort let’s love Us back into being.
Maybe if I stay very, very still, then the words you’re throwing at me won’t hurt me and I won’t shatter into a zillion pieces because I’m holding myself together. And maybe if I shut my eyes tight enough I won’t see the barbs coming and they won’t catch me and I won’t feel them […]
God! don’t you want the person who’ll watch you cry and not be scared? Don’t you want the one who’ll hold you when you need to be held, whether or not they’re prepared? Don’t you want the arms you’ll fit into so well it feels like your bodies were pre-paired ordained to fit into each […]