Nitnut

“I write this to you From a body that has rose from embers, From a heart so wild, so untamed and feral Chained by it’s ankles. Look at the bear trap, it’s mouth wide open The way it crouches inside your ribs, holding you by it’s throat. And look at you, Unscathed. You make love with love in a way that even lust gets jealous. And I finally tell you darling. You’re brave. I write this to you for days When you start weighing your worth in someone else’s collarbone, For night’s the only thing your skin is close to is silk laden sheets, For night’s when you see the darkness that moon submerges in but not the way it illuminates it. This is my heart felt apology. For the hours I let my pride get the best of you. For the days I wore his cologne for days and forgot who I was. I’m sorry that I forgot how your smile isn’t blooming peonies or the chapel for an estranged lover. Your smile is a young mother’s satisfaction after her child falls asleep. Your smile is all the wars that you won Every day underneath. It isn’t something so ordinary as a shrine for men to come and go. It’s a home that you made out of your shaking hands and broken promises. This poem is a map to all the places I’ve been to. The gasoline that follows my tracks, be brave enough to light the matchstick darling. Be brave enough to burn the whole town down. The smoke will dance in your rear view mirror, every lover of yours has tasted like soot anyways. This poem is a peace treaty. For the night’s I don’t love myself. I want you to come back to this poem. This poem is a love poem. A love poem. A love poem. A love poem. To myself.”

“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.c”

“There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.”

“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”