“My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.”—Diane Les Becquets (via fleurlungs)
“Not everything is a mermaid
that dives into the water,
so I am becoming a fiction.
Once we helped each other
swim and tried to drown
one another at the same time.
My bikini fell to the floor
of the ocean and marked an x;
made a whalebone reanimate
by force of will. On land I leave
fragments of magic for you
to wish upon, my fallen eyelashes
asleep on your pillow, lipstick ring
kisses so you won’t miss the curl
of my tongue.”—Zoe Dzunko, “X,” published in Souvenir (via bostonpoetryslam)
“That’s what people do though, isn’t it? They take one small part of a big story and they read it out of context. For example, a writer may not have meant for a certain sentence to mean what another person thinks it means. But the person decides to focus on this sentence alone and ignores the rest of the story, which means they lose the entire point and live in their own made up fantasy dreamworld. It’s a lie. So it’s the same when you choose to concentrate on one part of a person and ignore the rest of them. That’s not love. It’s one big delusion.”—Salma Deera (via writingwillows)
“That’s why it’s love—it’s unconditional. Whether you commit a mistake or a hundred, I would still love you. They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul.”—Pamela Ann, Chasing Imperfection (via avvfvl)
The trap is you think you have time.
You have time to learn about things
you won’t care about four years from now
and you can grow old like
you weren’t this fragile breathing
piece of flesh like you weren’t aware
you were dying,
you are dying like
you don’t remember you could get shot
today or hit by a car tomorrow or
find cancer in your bone marrow
and eventually the ticking
The trap is you think you can have it all.
That this matters most and
this matters least.
Because you have time to make a career,
to make money, money, money,
to drop mommy and daddy and lovers
for now because you have time,
you have time.
The trap is you think you want love.
That it is easy and good and free.
The trap is you think you love me.
Like you can handle more than just
the idea of me when you can’t even choose
to love someone despite their humanity.
The trap is you think you can buy time.
The trap is you don’t realize this.