August 2010
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“Love is the ability & willingness to allow those that you care for to be...”
– Wayne Dyer
there’s fire surrounding you & i, &, for a moment, we came too close & all that’s left are third degree burns. bandages cannot just heal this one - the heat burned you to the core & apologies can’t fix this one so easily as we would hope for.
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One of my favorite poems of all time
SNOW AND DIRTY RAIN
Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close
to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me
with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending
to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine
my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots
in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair,
the ashtray that we bought together. I’m...
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“When drowning in life,
I’ll pull the air from my lungs
and place it in yours.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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“…and because you’re eighteen, because you’re still vulnerable, because you still...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Intercourse As we made love, our scars met, grazing long enough for mine to say “He tries to hide me,” and for yours to reply “I know I embarrass her.” “He never learned how to swim,” whispered my scar. “She got picked last in gym class, then cried into her pillow,” replied yours. Just then, a huge wound opened in me. You touched it. It closed. I was filled, fully healed, and I knew I would never...
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“All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this...”
– Richard Brautigan
forget everything, stop analyzing, live, because there is just this & only this. just you. just stay here a moment more & tell me this won’t be fleeting. make me laugh just one more time before you leave. nights up late, secrets on our tongues, those are the whispers that ruminate in my mind the next day in lulls of obligations. you are becoming an exception, & i’d be lying...
you are so unexpected.
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“My heart stops working
when you accidentally
brush your skin on mine.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
