"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 travelling 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."
For Women Who Are Difficult To Love - Warsan Shire. (via teesmyth
"What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back."
Her: Is it pathetic that I miss you already?
Because I do.
Him: Yes, terribly pathetic.
Yet, that can only mean that we are both as pathetic as each other.
"I don’t know what to say," he said.
“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know what we are - and I know what we’re not."
I’m beyond thankful for all the gifts I’ve been given. The people I am surround with, the perceptive voices I hear, the exhausting laughter i endure, the endless love I’m suffocated with, every single little minute detail.
Last night was comforting. I woke up this morning, dumbfounded on how I could be so blessed.
Although nothing is perfect, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m content. I hope this serenity lasts.