The old dreams were good dreams. They didn’t work out, but I’m glad I had them. ~ Bridges of Madison County
“…for never before in story or rhyme (not even once upon a time) has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again…” ~nancy tillman
to get it right this time…
…I’m in love with your ghost…
…I don’t know what I’ve become but I know that anywhere is safer than here…
Leave me alone.
“My dick is so hard.”
…You wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun.
Well, we are the rose – this is the concrete – and these are
my damaged petals…
All romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café
You laugh.. you think you’re immune
Go look at your eyes they’re full of moon..
“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” – written and performed by Warsan Shire
You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him traveling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.