Omnia Causa Fiunt

Keep this in mind: 1. She hates her stretch marks, she thinks they’re ugly, and that’s why she’ll flinch whenever your eyes graze down her body. 2. She doesn’t think she deserves affection, so she’ll minimize her own beauty. 3. Not only does she minimize her beauty, she doesn’t really believe in it. So tell her that she’s beautiful. Mean it too. 4. She desires you, her whole body and mind craves you. But sometimes she’s afraid to get attached. So she’ll push you away. Fight for her anyways. 5. She’s going to want to make you feel special, let her. Let her do things for you. 6. Sometimes she’ll say no. Accept that. 7. She’s not all that happy. And no, you don’t have to fix her. You can’t. You just have to show her that she matters. She can fix herself. 8. Show her the stars, show her the sunset, show her the sky. She’ll find peace when she looks into an infinity. 9. Tell her everyday how much you love her. She loves you too, and she loves hearing you do. 10. Open up to her. She needs to feel that you’re there for her, all of you. She’s never liked secrets.

Scorpio, Sagittarius and Aquarius:

The amount someone loves you is directly proportional to how much they will fight to keep you in their life and how hard they will try for you. Never believe a soul that tells you otherwise.

But the most dangerous question about love will always be this; would they still love you the same way if they knew about the darkest corners of your head and the wars you fight every night with terrible monsters that live within you instead of under your bed?

and so I asked, “what’s the best way to fall in love?” and he chuckled as if he knew all along that I’d be asking about this someday. his eyes met mine just a second before he spoke. he said, “the best way to fall in love, is not to fall, but sink, sink into love. sink the way you would into a rich, chocolate cake, let it engulf you, consume you, swallow you whole. sink into it until it’s all you feel, sink until your knees give out and your body arches upwards. falling in love, now that’s just too sudden, too quick, you never get a moment to feel it all, everything. but when you sink into love, you feel, more than you ever wanted to, but you truly, genuinely, passionately feel, and that’s the best way to exist in love.”

I’m going to love myself so good that I forget your name. I’m going to breathe the air outside so much that I don’t need you as poetic, bullshit “oxygen”. I’m going to change the radio station so much that I listen to songs that fill me up with joy rather than memories. I’m going to banter so often that I realize that you really are not the only person who can make me feel that way. I’m going to write poetry like this so much more that I realize that you aren’t in my veins like every other poet says, you aren’t my fucking oxygen- I’m alive just fine without you, you aren’t my heartbeat, you aren’t my only, you aren’t my whole goddamn past, you aren’t some fucking song I’ll never forget, you aren’t some beautiful, infinitely poetic piece of art that I’ll never unsee, you’re not a cigarette that burned out, you aren’t bedsheets, you aren’t a ghost living in my ribcage. Oh hell, I know I wrote things that made you sound like art on the walls. But all that bullshit poetry was just me trying to make it seem romantically cliche. You’re just you. Another boy who happened to touch my heart a little. You sure as hell didn’t ‘break it’ as much as I like to say you did. Told me that the only way to move on was to love someone new. I learned that I could learn to love myself instead of you. And boom. No more you.