hennapoetry

My last lover had hands that broke me.

I’m sorry, he still lives with me sometimes.

But I still want to love you. I do. I’m sorry if his voice is still screaming inside me when I open my mouth. A haunting echo reverberating in my lungs. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. I don’t want to either.

You are so beautiful, but I’m sorry if sometimes I don’t know whether it’s a mask or not. I saw a man rip his skin off right in front of me once. And now sometimes when I run my hands over you, I look for corners that lift. It’s just a habit.

I want to love you wholly. I will one day. Please be patient with me.

IT IS TO THEM WE RETURN

paige lewis space struck: “god stops by” (via @godsopenwound​) \ ada limón miracle fish (via @godsrabbit​) \ sean gatch pomegranate \ julien baker claws in your back \ sean glatch recovery politics \ leslie nelson jennings god’s house \ c. dale young the halo: “the gods among us” \ david schubert \ daisy fried no god in us but song \ hinnah mian to build a home: poetry and prose (via @godsopenwound​)

DEVOURING IS LOVING TOO