Remind his worth

He feels that his failure is more
devastating to him than it is to you.
So when you find him with his fists
in his hair and his heart in his mouth,
remind him that his worth is not in his
words alone but in his heart, and you
wouldn’t have him any other way.

When he’s drained and consumed, love him most. When he feels defeated and ready to give up, love him so much that you bring to life every cell in his that has almost died.

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The summer in winter

His touch was a
transitory evocation
of summer days.
You could almost smell
the promise of heat and
passion. As the winter
coldness kisses my face,
I think of his breath like
the summer breeze
whipping salt unto my skin.

To this day, 14 months
and 2,756 miles away,
no one makes me
ache like you.


My body revolts against itself just so it could miss you. Tag that person you’re missing right now. #officiallymissingyou

#bemymuse 33, as requested by @pessimist_romantic

Smiles and sunrises

On some days,
when the fog and the sun and the wind dance just so,
you’ll see flickers of gold through cracks in the clouds,
like fine knife cuts, like the stories I carved into my arms
as a teenager, quiet and symmetrical, violent and beautiful,
as if holding their breath, until light finally bursts in a slow,
blinding yellow ripple along the horizon. And on those days,
if you forget the roles you play, and the promises you broke,
and the lovers you left waiting, if you let yourself be small
and breakable and infinite for one second,
you will be able to see the sunrise smile.

I hope you are never too busy to watch the sunrise smile.

#bemymuse 32 33 – Clouds as requested by @_annie._.boo, beautiful as requested by @lonpoetry

The gamble in relationships

I hate it when you use words like “let’s try” or “we’ll take it slow.”

As if we haven’t already screwed each other up, as if we don’t
have scars, scorch marks and blood beneath our fingernails.

Romanticizing forever like we didn’t know the
sulfur taste of the abyss, as intimately, as infinitely,
like each and every hope that has drowned to it.

Love should not be a gamble to see
which of us is the most breakable.

#bemymuse30 as requested by @mrs.wyatt17.

Abyss, scar – for #poember josted by @rojobosque and @siracusabg.

Declaration of Independence

I am taking back
every word
every fevered kiss
every promise
every spark
every hope
that you stole from me,
when I was too naive to realize
that giving was an option.

I am carving my
declaration of independence
from you, into the walls I put up
when you left. And if we ever
meet again, know that I am
who I’ve become
inspite of you,
not because of.

#bemymuse 29, as requested by @september.stardust

You are safe

Let my collarbone be your confessional.
Leave your d e m o n s here.
I will cradle them between my shoulder blades.
Let the bed be sweat-stained, fear-stained,
sin-stained, and shaking for the hundred and one
reasons you never had the courage to name.
I will drink the venom of your tragedy and turn it
into spring water in our throats. You are safe.

I have been so disconnected with IG lately. I’m so terribly sorry. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed with my life. From adjusting to a new job just a few months ago, to moving and finding another job while thinking, gosh will this job hunting ever end, I’m too old for this! And then finally finding one along with the prospect of a new love, then evaluating it if it’s really for me, but then deciding I deserve better things so I had to give up the job along with the guy 💔 sigh I know.

I read somewhere that we can have everything! Just not at the same time. It’s been a roller coaster so far! But I believe in timing and in my capabilities.

I’m thankful that I was patient and courageous enough to wait for what I deserve. I’ve finally found the job that I’m happy with.

As for love, well, that will come eventually. I’m not waiting, nor am I looking – what will be 🎶 will be.

For #bemymuse 27, as requested by @cairageous.

Trust me, I will try

Believe me when I say I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. Every time I think of telling you I want you for your bad days and your good, I flinch back into myself, saying nothing. I am so afraid of finding out I’m not strong enough to hold the both of us.

But trust me when I say I love you.

And that means I will try anyway.


#bemymuse 25, as requested by @cynthiapadillajd