i. she was fire.
whenever the sunlight caught her hair in just the right way, she glowed.
i should’ve known that she would burn me someday.
ii. she was sunshine.
her eyes were brighter than the sun could ever be.
they held so much warmth that i didn’t think it would ever run out.
iii. she was the center of the universe.
every time she walked into a room, time seemed to stop.
if only it actually had.
iv. time can heal wounds.
maybe it’s because it creates those scars in the first place.
time destroyed us.
v. i look at her now and see a ghost.
her hair does not know how to handle sunshine.
the radiance of her smile plays on her lips but never makes it.
my heart stops every time i see the past in the present.
vi. she was mine.
"I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then."
I need a friend who wants to go on adventures and go hiking and take pictures and do all nighters and take road trips and appreciates fine arts is that too much to ask for.
"I have swallowed
so much blood
because of you,
from biting my tongue so often
in order to avoid saying the things,
the loving, passionate things,
I fear may scare you away.
For you like the calm and quiet,
and there is thunder inside of me
that booms out so viciously it
rattles the flowers in France,
trembles through the forests of Brazil, and
quakes through every country’s
this is how strongly I feel
1. Sometimes you get so heavy you feel as if you were dropped in the ocean you would sink to the very bottom. Do not become familiar with this feeling, instead remember the feeling of floating back up to the surface.
2. Eventually you’ll find an aching pain that will spread from your torso and reach through your finger tips down to your toes. Mothers, soft pillows, and a warm cup of tea can help alleviate such symptoms.
3. Maybe your friends will tell you that you’re better than him and ask why you’re not over them. Don’t take this to mean they don’t care, they know this pain themselves and don’t want you feeling this hurt any longer then you have to.
4. Get drunk, absolutely wasted, but don’t text/call them. They’ve made their choices and you’ve made yours, they don’t deserve your thoughts while your words are slurred.5. Ride the bus in the middle of the night with only a handful of people you barely know. By the end of the night you will refer to them as friend.
6. Join multiple clubs, especially drama and theater clubs. They will sober you up and teach you there is so much more to learn about yourself."
"Trouble is a girl with poetry written on her arms and flowers in her hair
Trouble is too much time on my hands and you in my head
Trouble is I don’t even have to know her name
Trouble is another rebound I thought would make me forget you
Trouble is checking off a few more sins on my list and consently checking if you called
Trouble is stumbling out her back door because nothing good ever comes after 3am"
It doesn’t interest me… what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me… how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me… what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know… if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know… if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me.. if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know… if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know… if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes.
It doesn’t interest me… to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done…
It doesn’t interest me… who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me..where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know… if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."
It was a Wednesday sometime in October
You’d invited me back to your house for the first time since we met
I noticed you glancing at the picture on your dressing table and then glancing back at me
I held my own hand to stop my thoughts from spilling out into the vast space between us
It was in that moment I realised that she was to you, what he had been to me
That she had taken your heart too
It may not have been on the pier on a frosty morning in January
But she ripped it out with hands that had held your bones together for two summers just the same as he had done to me
It took you another year to admit that you’d never love me like you loved her
It took me 365 days after that, one dark morning in October with quivering limbs and an aching heart,
To find the courage to leave you.