A Few Words of Poetry

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

& THERE’S AN ACHE IN MY CHEST WHERE SUMMER USED TO BE

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.

I’ll adore you, as a drowned person does the sea.

Can you teach us how to make grief a swarm that stings, that sings?

It is not who is right, but what is right, that is of importance.

Youth promises us immortality, but doesn’t have the means to uphold its end of the bargain.

There is a revolution on its way and there is no time to shove our women into corners.

I am a ruin birthed from other ruins—

i thought if i said the right words in a certain order it would break a spell, but all it did was burn a bridge

Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.

I was thinking so much about myself that I was getting impossible again,