we live here

we’re so casual in the destruction of these bodies – like it’s nothing to be young and alive.

I light all the candles, cut flowers for all my rooms, I care for myself the way I used to care about you

I am not ashamed, the story goes. I swear I will learn to leave a room without touching every part of your face.

may I never lose that terror that keeps me brave

We forget to be the kind of softness / we have always dreamt of feeling.

I am always in love.

Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every minute.

I’d have followed her anywhere she asked of me. I’d have thrown myself to the wild for her.

Persephone had it right. If you must go, might as well take all of spring with you—