Live, Love, Write

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.

transiently.

"What am I to you?" she asks, "Well," he begins, "You are the sun of my day. You are the moon of my night. You are my favorite morning coffee. You are my favorite book before bed. You are the songs I listen to each day. You are my favorite chapter of my life or better yet, my entire book of my life. You are the whole ocean. You are my summer and winter, both at the same time. You are my south, my north, my east and my west." "You are," he pauses for a moment, "My everything."

Haikus On Confidence #7

You dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before and after you is doused in your name.

a tattooed life

Aftertaste

Touch is so important between people. A gentle sweep of someone’s hair from their face. Holding someone’s hand when they need it. The wiping of a tear. Reaching out to help up someone who has fallen. You hold kindness, such gentleness in the tips of your fingers. And why not? After all, your fingertips are so sensitive that if each of your fingers were little earths, you would feel the difference between the weight and shape of a tree and the forest on each one. And like the earth, your fingertips have the ability to heal those you love, but also to harm them. Choose to be the gentle breeze to those forests, not the forest fire that destroys them.

i. when you tell her you love her, your voice catches in your throat. her mouth curls into a crescent moon, and you forget it ever happened. ii. she is waiting for you with cherry lips and starry eyes, but something is pulling you back. she calls out to you, and you swallow whatever you are feeling. iii. some nights, she is in your arms and the sky has faded away and nothing could be more perfect, but it isn’t. you watch her rise and fall as she sleeps, and you decide to hold on for just a bit more. iv. you spend hours trying to turn your thoughts into her, her, her, and all you can think is how wrong this feels. you stare at a picture of when you knew what your heart wanted, and you wonder if it has all been a mistake. v. she is all smiles when you say it wasn’t meant to be. she kisses you on the cheek, and for the first time in forever, you aren’t fighting yourself.

You plus him will not make you complete. You plus her will not make you complete. No one else can save you. No one else is going to complete you. You have to be your own hero. On that day you will be complete.