hi,i just wanted to say that i'm so inspired by your writing you write so beautifully!i'm gonna start writting again i'm so inspiried by you i don't have words!♡♡♡

I guess I wished for a love of awe. A love of soft words spoken against the stars. Without snapping jaws and bruises. A love with thought and carress. A love not half empty, so I could wake up the next morning and know it's true. A love that was a belly full and not a heavy heart kind of weight. I guess I wished to be made special, to be made lovely, to be made more firm than the wind, more remembral than a print in the sand. I guess I wished for a love received and given back.

Nothing will ever be more real than her.

How many times will you touch the fire and hope this time it'll love you back?

Well fuck that last poem cause it's not true. You left with the door wide open saying you're just not close enough to god.

You ripped a hole in me wide.

Let’s talk music, what do you listen to?

Who hurt you for you to write so beautifully?

And these hands will hold yours for the rest of our lives.

Sometimes I wish I could exist in another universe, somewhere else, but then I look up and see you and think how could I live anywhere else but here.

And this is the quietest room you've ever been in, but he's touching you in a way that makes butterflies shoot up your spine and causes your body to both shutdown and ascend at the same time. And he's close, so close you can feel his heart pounding against your own like they're school children shoving one another to be first in line. And you can feel your voice and your breath struggle between being caught and making such a soft involuntary sound that makes the corner of his lips turn upward ever so slightly. And you're shaking, out of nervousness or the elated feeling of being this next to him, you'll never know, but damn does it feel good. Doesn't this feel like home? Against his strong chest, his lips all over you. Doesn't this make every pain and heartache disappear, to not know where you start and he ends? And you can hear him breathe out your name between 'I love you' and 'You're so gorgeous' like this is his last breath on Earth but he just couldn't save it. And every part of him is warm and strong and so undoubtedly where you belong, the smell of his hair and the taste of his tongue. And there's a softness in his beautiful green eyes, one that says everything his tongue can't. And he is yours and you are forever his. And this is the quietest room you've ever been in, but you've never heard love be this loud.

There’s bad and then there’s the sky is falling and the shards are stabbing and crushing you but all you can do is lie back and watch. There’s bad and then there’s you’re on fire and you can feel every kiss of the flames but you can’t bring your tongue to speak, to scream out, so you’re alone in it. There’s bad and then there’s this is all that there is. There’s bad and then there’s agony. There’s bad and then there’s you, succumbed in this depth, this black, this hurt. There’s bad, where you can feel, and then there’s this where you want it all to end but you just don’t even have the energy to die, to make it stop. There’s bad and then there’s unhinged. Broken. Tragic. There’s bad and then there is just this. This is all that there is. All that exists.

That we shall live our lives unafraid. That we will walk into our churches to worship freely. That we will hold our loved one's hand on the street. We will wear our colors, hang our flags, say 'this is me'. That we will raise our children to be of acceptance. That they threw molotovs, so we will return the favor with flowers. They dug our graves, we will plant roots. They spread fire, we will spread love. Say 'We are here to stay'. Say 'This is for the brothers and sisters and everything in betweens that couldn't make it'.

Oh my, I am so sad that I didn't find your blog sooner!! You're writing is heart-wrenchingly beautiful and I adore all of it so much!

I have a graveyard in me and I can't breathe; you are the sun and you burn.