I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.
I Can Find Her Too
I know (as a fact) she is out there, however far,
Because for the millions of miles of empty space
And desperate dark matter that to this day
Remains unexplained, there are also widespread
Communities of planets and their moons, and
They found each other as hundreds of thousands of
Burning rocks obliterated each other in every direction
As the universe was expanding in never-ending chaos and creation.
When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.
I think perfection is ugly. I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.
Overflow gently — don’t drown.
I bet you like to fuck but you love to argue.
When I am in love, the poetry flows like blood
Red ink in a regular pulse, until I am overcome and suffer arrhythmia; the oxygen of imagery taken from my brain all over my body; staying carefully hidden away unless something goes terribly wrong
And these verses I carry do not like the air,
Cold as deep ocean, just as black and blue,
But they are not better off within me,
They are better off with you- breathing
Bright fuchsia life into each drop like new-
I keep living in both your and the poem’s generosity.
You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.
i know but idk
If you are not the hero of your own story, then you’re missing the whole point of your humanity.
You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.
'What happens when we die?'
‘What happens? We return to the place that we came from.’
‘I don’t remember where I came from.’
‘Nor do I.’