One last dance, to our very first song. One last goodbye, to the thought of us.

If you arent ready for love,
how can you be ready for life?



 And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before. 

One day, whether you
are 14,
28
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

 And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center. 



 I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming or I’d have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment. 


 Never make the mistake 
of turning your back 
on love for something 
that is safer.
It took losing you 
for me to learn 
that regret is more 
lethal than failure. 

 I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong. 


 It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life. 

"Hearing your voice is
like recalling a song
to which I thought I’d
forgotten the lyrics;

yet here I am, singing
the melody, word by
wonderful word."

Paper promises
do not fly well
when uttered
by the lips of
matchstick liars.

They burn
much faster
than they are
fulfilled."

And so we met
The first time in repetition
Hungered in backdrop
That it was in fact the last.
The saddest thing isn’t losing you
But losing you as a stranger,
The nearer your figure
The higher the pain.
I miss you in your presence
Like flames on my side
Dying is an instinct
That death wont serve.
To find you and lose you as one
Could dwarf all war,

Work in progress

"You discarded
something real for
something easy
and wept over
what you gave away."

— Noor Shirazie

"You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page."

i dream about loves i will never have 
to avoid remembering the one i could have

you take your coffee black
with three sugars 
i guess you try to compensate the bitter
without thinking of being smoother

i still look for you at parties
or the street
and between the orgasm he has and the one you never gave me
and i watch and i wait 
expecting the world to change when i see you again
but when you walked into his birthday party
i felt nothing 
no planets altered
no electrical gravity pulling me towards you 
no
nothing 
and we spent the evening together in their company 
you didn’t light a flame
i wasn’t on fire 
you were just another person
i guess i should feel glad that the little infatuation i had is gone
but mostly i feel bored

top 10 must-visit destinations:

1. my bed
2. my bed
3. my bed
4. my bed
5. my bed
6. my bed
7. my bed
8. my bed
9. my bed
10. my bed

is this meant to be a testament to how lazy you are or are you trying to seduce someone i can’t tell