he told me that I gave a lot to this man
i. and by a lot, I wasn’t sure if he was referring to time, energy invested, care, sincerity, body, praise, forgiveness, shame, attention, superiority, poetry or some of the above or all of the above. ii. then I inhaled technically oxygen and exhaled technically carbon dioxide but if we’re talking literary devices we could say I inhaled regret and exhaled acceptance iii. so I...
Anonymous asked: You make me fall inlove with words. Don't ever stop writing. Please :)
"and I never wanted to be this girl"
Dear Asa. Dear Nal. Dear sanity and closure and things of that nature.
she had a dream that I was doodling after I heard...
(jump to 2 posts down) is this a divine reminder or what?
“so, you wonder if you’re even entitled to feeling upset. Probably not, but you can’t feel guilty for having emotions. This must be something else if it’s not heartbreak. Heart-scraped knees. Heartbruise.”
i. I started writing love songs with no rhyme scheme, verses or choruses - to mimic the structure of our bond. and, the bridge in this composition was one to nowhere because by definition, those are characterized by the brokenness of one or both ends; the disjointed map, the epitome of something unfinished. ii. we took too much work. we were unskilled labourers who worked for minimal wages...
Brothas. Remember you have options. Remember you have power. Hold down your integrity. Hold down your pride. Never let your light go. Don’t break, don’t bend, don’t bow. Don’t fold, don’t fall, don’t falter.
I dreamt about you last night and it became clear that I am profoundly affected. so, if I happen to stumble upon you when I’m awake, my conscious already practices loyalty, and my speech knows to follow suit. Day 120:2013
"you were breaking your heart for that girl and...
- speeches from my friends
Terrace Watcher: Pet Names →
You couldn’t even look at me and sound my name. Tell me with your breathe that I was real Let your mouth acknowledge my presence Or Let your teeth grind at my inflection Even Barabbas had a name. You couldn’t even stay long enough to ask what it meant As though when your back was turned on me your tongue remained behind. Only long enough to lap up every last syllable of my name. I’d say there’s...