I don’t mean to sound like I’m moaning or going on about it, I just…I don’t know, I’ve always been kind of lonely. I feel like I’m never someone’s first call when something good happens, or first choice to spend time with. I just feel…forgotten. And maybe it’s my own fault, it’s very possible that it is, I’m not blaming anyone. I just think….some people are meant to be lonely, and always will be. And I think I’m one of those people. I feel like I’ll always live a solitary life, and be alone, no matter what. I thought this feeling would be gone if I moved to a new country, but it followed me across the Atlantic. So maybe it’s just my…state of being. And I should learn to accept that.
That’s what it looks like. That’s really what it looks like
Being out in the ocean is actually so scary because when you look really far out you can kind of see how the Earth is rounded out. It looks like a few miles ahead you’re just gonna fall off or something.
Also fun trick: if ur on mobile, double tap zoom in and slide the picture side to side. It looks like you’re actually there looking left to right
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
