Why Does My Mind Travel Back To That Moment On The Bench So Much?

In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, “Look my love, I will meet you halfway.”

“I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.”

— Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies

“If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.”

— Weird People

"My soul has been so fearful, so violent: forgive its brutality."

—Louise Glück, RIP

this. this one.

“The fact that someone else loves you doesn’t rescue you from the project of loving yourself.”

— Sahaj Kohli

“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.”

— Nora Roberts

in my heart it is not dark

the rain is pouring and shattering on the floor

like glas

bursting into million pieces

pain freezing like ice

but burning myself

fading away

“If it hurts more than it makes you happy then take the lesson and leave. Listen, it’s going to be OK. Some people are only rehearsals for the real thing.”

— Beau Taplin

i think i am so enamored with devotion as violence, because i want someone to love me even when i am covered in blood. most days, i am more teeth than lips. more claws than hands. more desperation than gentleness. if i am to love, i want it to consume me as surely as a forest fire. when the smoke has cleared, trees will grow stronger than before. i will only let my wounds be tended to by someone unafraid of gore, and i fear softness hurts more than any double edged sword. if i am to be loved, let it be in a slaughterhouse we might make into a home. then the heartache will be holy. and i will be whole.