Showing posts from July, 2013
"I like the way you look at me.""How's that?" "As though I'm braver than I really am."
My lover refuses to hold my hand in public, he won't meet my eyes, when they ask "are you together?"He shakes his head fervently as though he did not spend the night tracing his fingers on my bare back.  As though my lips aren't bruised from the weight of his love. 
I want to ask him if it is something I have done. If we can talk about it or maybe, I pray that he doesn't like the clammy of my nerves because my skin becomes water when he touches me and I could understand why he might not always want to drown. 
But his eyes, they'll look at other women when we are shopping And at restaurants he shakes his head and says "her? Nah she's just my sister." Have you forgotten my mouth on your jaw, have your forgotten my hands or the way my eyes do not look like yours, how the fuck can I be your sister when you whispered "I love you" a thousand times into my ears. 
I am okay with the other secrets he keeps. I know that he cannot stand the night after…
If our orbits don't alignAgain in this life,  It's okay, I guess:
There are always shooting Stars to call compasses, There are other arms To want, other arms to call home. 
Then I think about it all again, and  I'm not sad anymore, for There is always, Always the next life. 
Always the next one, The next one, and the next one, and the next one-
•being inside of fog•when people look at you in the eyes the entire time they are saying your name•when the stranger you smiled at smiles back even happier than you•when the sun hits you and your skin gets that unraveling feeling

“Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.”

Tell me what your worst fears are, I bet they look a lot like mine. Tell me what you think about when you can't sleep at night.  Tell me that you're struggling.  Tell me that you're scared. No.  Tell me that you're terrified of life. Tell me that it's difficult not to think o death sometimes.  Tell me how you lost.  Tell me how he left you.  Tell me how she left you.  Tell me how you lost everything you had.  Tell me that it ain't coming back.  Tell me about God.  Tell me about love. 
Say you think of everything if fear
I bet you're not the only who does.

Things you bring to the ocean (at night)

• you • the weight • rose cinnamon • dark pink honey • the clothes you wear in your mouth • the smoke in your legs  • a quiet quilt • a mason jar (for the moon) • time • the light left over • the music in your hair  • you
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I've been awfully busy with life. But I'm back and ready to continue <3