Seeking Redemption

I’m going to hold you in my arms I’m going to treat you like you’re holy and I’m going to keep on loving you even after the sun stops rising

I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Q: how does he love you? A: with boldness Q: and how does he look at you? A: with grief

my mother is in the church getting the sadness prayed out of her & i am jesus judah hallelujah amen. we are a one-act play of exorcism, we tear ourselves apart to find wholeness. i say i think i deserve a miracle god says i’m sorry.

Do you know how I know I love you?“ “How?” “I was thinking about it and I could run away with you. I could run away with you and never look back.”

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.

we’re in love during the war. does it make each moment more precious, or does it make each moment more difficult?

first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

I’ve been in love with you for so long,“ he says. “How long?” “So long. I can’t remember what not loving you feels like. I can’t even imagine it.”

I take my father’s nose and shove it in a box. My mother’s mouth lays claim to the vowels Of my making. I learned to tend and till and dig and there is something like a hole where a good family should be but instead I have the good people who do the best they can with what they have.