Lover of Words

I knock at your door from time to time, convinced that you’ll take a peek from your window, maybe you’ll think of opening it for me. I knock at your door while I wonder if my mistake was so bad that you don’t even think about me anymore. I’m sad because it’s cold outside, and there’s no shelter other than your arms, so I knock at your door because I believe you’ll forgive me, eventually, before the storm wears out, before I get tired of knocking at your door.

I don’t know where to find you now except in the strain in the back of my throat, the ache of want that swallows up that empty place under my ribs. I don’t know where, except in the memory of naive ease with which I once made your communion; at the violet dawn in the chill dewy grass, in the breeze perfumed with dry pine and petrichor. When I once was heaped upon with your blessings: cold spring streams and lilac blooms pouring over my wild hair, grapevines curling around my arms, body cradled in the shade of apple leaves and cool earth. All unknowing, graceless in the embrace of your favor. How could I know a hundred of your names, but not that I looked into your face? When, thoughtlessly, I served in your temple barefoot, adorned with smears of earth and a crooked wreath of daisies, accepting your offerings in my own mouth.

I don’t want someone who gives me butterflies. I want someone who will make me feel safe.

She knew then that if people were colors, she would be the faded green of bruises just beginning to heal.

There hasn’t been a day that’s passed without me thinking about the constant aching I would feel when we meet for the last time.

Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love 
with someone who is in love someone else. 
I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.

Go out and get lost. Don’t let time be a constraint. Follow your soul. It’ll look like a nudge from within and a vague restlessness on the surface. Listen to it… your soul has things it wants to show you.

Someday, someone will show you the answers to the questions about love that you’ve been asking to yourself from the very start.

Nothing could ever vanquish her smile, Maybe that’s what made her larger than life.

That’s when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you — without you asking.

As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn’t have.