#aphroditce

Je te promets. I will love you when you’re sad. When your clothes pile up on the floor because you have no energy to fold them, I will fold them for you. I will bring you breakfast in bed, kiss you even though your lips are sticky with jam. I will listen to you cry, and I will wipe your tears away when you’ve purged yourself of the darkness inside you. I will love you when I am afraid to. I will trust you even though sometimes it scares me, because you’re too damn good to be true. I will hold your hand proudly even though nasty people in this world will think we’re disgusting for doing so. I will look God in the face and tell Him that I love you even if I’m condemned for doing so. I will burn in hell for eternity for you. I will love you when you’re angry and I’m angry too. I want you to yell at me. I want you to tell me what’s wrong, what I did, even if it means you have to scream every word. I will get mad, I may yell back, but this does not mean that I don’t love you. Eventually, we will sit down with two mugs of hot chocolate and stay up until the sun peeks over the horizon, and we will apologize, but we will talk through the problem. I will love you through these arguments. I will love you when you can’t get out of bed. I will slip under the sheets beside you and hold you close. We’ll research outlandish conspiracy theories until we’re convinced that every celebrity is a clone, and then we’ll laugh about it because how weird are we to believe that? I will love you when we’re old. You’ll have crow’s feet around your eyes and sag in strange places, but I’ll still think you’re so beautiful and I won’t regret one second of my life. We’ll reminisce about our pasts and plan our futures. We’ll sit by the fire and warm our stiff bones, cats purring in our laps, coffee in my hand, hot chocolate in yours. I won’t be able to take my eyes off you. Je te promets que je t'aimerai toujours.

let me tell you how easy it is: how easy it is to wake up to my alarm, how easy it is to bike to school, how easy it is to not have to live in fear of a shell dropping on my roof, how easy it is to not have to check over my shoulder every ten feet, how easy it is to turn off my laptop from a hundred thousand miles away and say, "this is not my reality." how easy it is to live safely, where my biggest problem is what i'll wear the next day, what i'll eat for dinner, what'll happen if i can't finish my project; how easy it is to know: the most fire i'll get is the flame on my stove, the most storm i'll feel is scarce rain coming down, the bumpiest my ride will be is when my car goes over a speed bump, the scariest things i can wake up from. let me tell you how—

We are but stars: some dead, some dying, and a rare few who shine.

look: this, light spilling like honey from our lips. this, stars finding homes in the leftover curves of our necks, bleeding something holy into our skin.   look: this, where you sang until the moon fell in love with us too. where we wrote all our sins and set them on fire and danced until the rising sun kissed wings onto our backs.   look: this, the exit wound you healed by telling me it was a place for the cosmos to enter and make me whole again. this, the castles we built in our heads for each other.   look: let’s go and splinter the stars. let’s run until we can fit the light in our bodies and teach it not to escape anymore. let’s run until we can find our way home again,   until we realize home has been inside of us the whole time, waiting for us to return.

One day I felt too hard and chipped my heart on my ribcage

They have an atlas pinned across their wall, tacks and strings and marker. They had a life planned out ahead of them as this one just got darker.