I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message.
I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had,
and how I offered you what was left of me.
Why do they always teach us that it’s easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It’s the hardest thing in the world to do what we want, and it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want.
The day you left, I wanted to write poems about you, but there is nothing poetic about the way you refused to say my name. There is nothing poetic about the way I begged you stay. There is nothing poetic about the way you booked that flight to New York and left me to clean up the mess you made. You are nothing more than a boy who told lies and left because you were too afraid to clean up your own mess. There is absolutely nothing poetic about the way you left. I cannot make poetry out of a boy who makes monkey bars out of people’s ribs. Poetry is beautiful and honest - something you don’t know how to be.
'You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.'
She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
‘But I don’t want anything else in the world.’
She is no longer a person in his life. Instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.
Be with someone who motivates you to be a better person, understands your pace and helps you improve it, respects your good ambitions, helps you unlearn dangerous patterns and habits. Someone who you love but don’t centralize. It is so important to understand the difference between loving someone with all your heart (which is beautiful) and removing your own core by replacing it with them (which is not love but extreme dependency).