Some people will never get to know her - What a damn tragedy.

a.y.

ENTITY/ENTRAILS

you’ll find another

they said

but I don’t want another

I thought 

Alas, then she is drowned.

One of the many fascinating things about poetry is that the reader does not know for whom it was written - And sometimes, Nor does the poet.

a.y.

you are not weak

for needing to rest.

you are not weak

for needing time

to sort through this.

you are not a burden

for having burdens

that you are learning

to lay down.

you are not a failure

for not reaching

the heights you thought

you’d reach by now.

you are who you are:

a living, breathing human being

who has a soul

in need of Truth and Grace

to make it through

these things.

and no matter how

you were made to feel,

feeling does not

make you weak.

you are free

to learn to seek

what your soul

truly needs.

morgan harper nichols

I’m so lucky to have met you, I hope you know that. No matter how things turn out in 2, 5, 10 years, just know that right now I’m so happy to know you and even if things turn bad, it doesn’t change the fact that I’ll always be happy to have known you.

It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone's soul before touching their skin.

a.y.

“I have tasted hell

and wished for

death

so trust me

when I tell you :

it gets better love”

- fight on ( @prolixen )

No matter how many times you replay the whole timeline in your head, you’re never going to be able to pinpoint the exact moment it went wrong. Rereading months of text messages isn’t going to give you any clarity, or make it any easier. You won’t get answers out of his friends, or his horoscope, or the pictures he’s liking on his phone. Sometimes you have to tell yourself it’s not something you did, or didn’t do, and there’s nothing you could have done differently, and it’s not because you were too much to handle, nor is it because you weren’t enough. And then you have to just let go, because it’s all you can do.

memory lane next to the diner

We are writers, my love. We don't cry, We bleed on paper.

a.y.

What I possess, I see far distant lying,

And what I lost, grows real and undying.

-a truth-

Note to self: don’t get your hopes up

You shouldn't have written your name on my soul like that.

a.y.

I know

you think you‘re complicated

but

did you ever saw great things being easy?

I choose your chaos

over every tidiness I can get.

I choose storms and rain

over a sweet summerbreeze,

lightning and thunder

over sun

and

I choose you

in a million lifes

all over again.

-c.n

For anyone who needs to hear it right now: he’s not going to find someone better than you. And no new girl is going to do the things you did for him, and he’ll realize that. Maybe not right away, but one day he’ll wake up at her apartment and there won’t be coffee waiting for him and he’ll realize how much you actually did for him, and for a brief second it’ll hurt him, right in his chest. And no matter how quickly he moves on, no one will know all the things you know about him. That’ll take years. And he won’t have the level of comfort he had with you and that’s noticeable. And at first, new things are exciting but that wears off and he’ll realize all the stories she doesn’t know and the years worth of inside jokes she wouldn’t understand and the tears she wasn’t there for and all of a sudden his new toy won’t seem so shiny. You aren’t replaceable and you aren’t expendable and you aren’t forgettable. People leave and they move on and sometimes it’s a mistake and sometimes they realize that. But sometimes it’s not and sometimes you both have separate happy endings.