"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."

"Be proud of every scar on your heart, each one holds a lifetime’s worth of lessons."
let’s play the “how much time can i waste before i start crying about how stressed i am because im procrastinating my life away” game

Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes
Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth
Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name
do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold
do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet
we will never learn
how to be soft
we will leave.
we always do.


"What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same. Doubt you’d be happy. So why are you afraid of change?"

You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.

You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.

I miss you.
And it shouldn’t be possible to miss someone like this.
I miss you as if we were passengers aboard trains heading in opposite directions. Your absence is like having the last candle blown out in the middle of a thunderstorm.
I feel the distance so prominently that I would miss you even if you were right in front of me, because you’re still not close enough.

"Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there."

It is only September.
I don’t know how many seasons
I will be allowed to love you yet.

It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.

Instructions for living a life. 
Pay attention. 
Be astonished. 
Tell about it.

When I first read the dictionary, I thought it was a long poem about everything.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need any more of that sound.

In case you haven’t heard this yet today, I’m glad you’re alive.


Leave your worries

For fear you will be alone
you do so many things
that aren’t you at all.

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

is that I cannot seem to find a way
 to say you are gone.

If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know
your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts.

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