We are all endlessly soft for someone.
You would love them in the middle of the night if they came to your door, slurring and bloodshot. You would love them in the middle of a war with carnage all around you, gunpowder coating your lips. You would love them sick, tired, full of hate. You would love love love them. Endlessly. Your nerve endings are exhausted from begging you to stop. But loving them is like lighting yourself on fire, it is the most beautiful pain you can imagine.
For everyone else, you are the girl who runs with wolves, howling at the moon, all strength and fight and pride.
But for them, you lay at their feet like a stray dog. Running after them begging for scraps of their affection. Love could turn to hate, poisoned with harsh words and still you’d stay; whimpering love me, love me, love me.
Maybe there are people who stay inside us, haunting the space between our ribs but never solid enough to wrap their phantom hands around our hearts. Their presence leaves you breathless some days. Suffocating you with their sheer thereness. Because they are there, in everything. It has been weeks, months, years, but they move your pen as though they are next to you still.
“We are all endlessly soft for someone. You would love them in the middle of the night if they came to your door, slurring and bloodshot. Yo...”
“I am the girl before the girl. Because I am far too much of everything. But this will teach you what you want in someone. You will see t...”
“Stop pouring yourself into people who are not complete. They cannot hold your affection. You will only leak out their cracks and find yourse...”
“I don’t know when it happened, or why it happened. You just stopped. There were no more phone calls in the middle of the night when you c...”
“Maybe it doesn’t make sense. Maybe it never will. Just because you offered up the best of yourself, just because you gave away your love as ...”
“He will tell you how beautiful you are, and how he loves the way your lips just beg to be kissed when you aren’t even wearing lipstick. He w...”
“I. There will be a time when he leaves, a time where he breaks your heart. When he walks out the door he will take a piece of you with him, ...”
“It’s okay to cry if the person you thought loves you ends up tearing you apart by leaving.”
“If you are going to leave, just go, and shut that door tight on the way out. I don’t want to play the ‘half in, half out’ ...”
“I’ve thought about killing myself more than i’ve thought about graduating high school ,”
“You are not hard to love. Say it to yourself, out loud. You are not hard to love. You are poetry in motion, you are every metaphor that I c...”
“Please stop destroying pieces of your beautiful heart for people who cannot see nor understand just how beautiful it is.”