A walk through hell.

And I said to my body softly, ‘I want to be your friend.’ It took a long breath and replied, 'I have been waiting my whole life for this.’

be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life.

men give birth, too. to children. to longings. to dreams. that they must hide. their stomachs. their uteruses. their hungers. their softness. their cravings for touch. to be a man. is the thing that closes their light. and eats their eyes. – him

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

Anybody can become angry, that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time for the right purpose, and in the right way, that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.

I don’t think so. But, I forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. I forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. I forgive you for being afraid. Did everything betray you? Even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. I see you, tender even on your hardest days. I forgive you, waiting for him to call. I forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. Especially for that one time you said ‘I fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, I’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. Your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? I forgive you for being something that will eventually die. Perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, I wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land