we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.
the opening,the breaking,the falling apartis always so quick.the hurting,the healing,the putting back togetheris always too long.
i can’t hold onto love.i’m not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.
everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.
i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.
i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.
i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.
let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.
i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.
hold company with yourself so sacredthat even when you are alone,you are whole.
some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.
i over love.i under love.i am either a floodor i am nothing.
i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.
do not let anyone inuntil they love you so fiercely,you have no defense against their love.
you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman beingyou.
you have outgrown this skin.stop trying to hold it in.stop trying to hold it together.let yourself break.
you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer,but the answer is simple.just be.
remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.you are capable of love.
oh, the heartbreakingly beautifultender weight of being human.
i just want to be honest about my feelings without destroying everything.
love yourself first,and you will always be in love.
no one needs love from youmore than you need love from you.love yourself first,and you will always be in love.
and sadness clung to mebecause she did not knowhow to be alone.
there’s always been a little sadness inside my happiness.i’ve never been able to separate the two.
things keep falling in and out of place.this is the universe’s way of taking care of me.
there is a difference betweenloneliness and solitude,one will empty you andone will fill you.you have the power to choose.
i sometimes think i’m too in love with alone.who could i love more than this peace?
i am a womanand i am alone,and i cannot tellwhich one of the twoi love being more.
i am like the moon–sometimes, full.sometimes, black.sometimes,forever and ever alone.
woman–another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.
show me all the parts of youthat you do not loveso i know where to begin.
love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.
you are not the storythey keep telling about youover and over again.you are not even the storyyou keep telling yourself.there are no linesthat can hold you.there are not enough wordsfor all the more that you are.
let the stars inside you breathe,before the darkness swallows them whole.let them burn through your skin and light thiswhole goddamn world on fire.
you’re going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you’re going to love your way out of itand be free.
i know i can’t do much, but i can do a little and i’m going to do as much of that as i can.but if we all do that–we can make a big difference.