a graveyard for poems

“The failure of love might count for most of the suffering in the world.”

“Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.”

“We were those girls, the artist’s daughters, the mermaids, the ones with long, tangled hair who did what they wanted. Inside, always, she knew she was free.”

“The day I will finally rest is the day my daughter and her daughter are made of cosmos and chaos and everything you told me I could never be. Until then, I will be the oncoming storm over the horizon that you will always see. I am woman and war and you cannot stop me.”

“If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother’s life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.”

i ask him, “well, what did you tell her?”

Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Develop a sense of self. A solidness that can’t be attacked.

In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.