How often do I find that person
who is just the right amount
of stubborn as me? We are wild and
war-torn, bruised and brilliant.
We will transform the world and
enkindle fire in everyone’s hearts.
I dream of a world where
my happiness takes precedence
over everything else. Where I could
chase my own dreams, travel through
time, and start my own adventures.
In this little world, I could pack
a bag and run, not from fear, but
from excitement! Knowing that
the wide, wide world is at my
fingertips, if I only
reached for it.
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And I wonder if you ever
look back and think about
how we came so close to
being so right, and how
when you never take the
chance, you’ll never get
what you want.
Believe me, I’ve tried
to move on, putting down
the phone and turning off
my computer. I don’t want
the reminder that you’ve
settled down, while I’ve
settled for less.
I want you to plunge into the messy chaos
of my sheets, buried in your own breath,
clawing your way out with my name on
your lips. I want to burn in the oppressive
heat of your body, your fingers knotted into
my hair like I am knotted around your waist.
I want you unzipped in front of me, peeling
away every layer of every other girl you’ve
ever been with, until only my fingerprints
litter your skin. I want you unraveling at
the edges and melting into my palms.
I am learning that sometimes joy is silent.
There are no words to describe days like this,
when we’re just meant to hold each other as
tightly as we can, like we have never hurt,
until tomorrow, saturated and awaiting the slow,
glimmering brevity of sunsets.
Writing has always been
a clandestine affair for me.
Today, I showed him everything
I’ve kept sacred in my heart.
I’m glad he was pleased.
I know this because he laid me down
and pressed his critique into my
skin, and returned my words to me
by mouth, and kissed the tips of my
fingers in gratitude, thanking me
for finding one more way to love him.
*I rarely show my writing to anyone in real life that I know, I don’t want them asking too many questions about that which I am not prepared to share.
For #juneinspiration hosted by the lovely @alura_inspires and I.
You are whichever wolf you feed.
Because sadness was a glutton,
her love and her kindness,
her gratitude and her hope,
they’re all starving, all withered.
She has paid enough tribute to sadness.
So she holds up her hands to the wolf
that would be joy, if she let it, and
offered what’s left of her heart.
As sadness silently salivates,
she walks with head held high,
determined to break ground.
for she is walking with wolves.
For #bymewombchallenge hosted by @bymewomb
For #juneinspiration hosted by the lovely @alura_inspires and I