-Charles Bukowski, "cancer," from Come On In!
The heart is the toughest part of the body.
Tenderness is in the hands.
-Carolyn Forché, The Country Between Us
Paul Guest, from 1987 // Carol Rifka Blunt from, Tell the wolves I am home.
Here is my hand, he said Here is my hand that will not harm you.
— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”
Memories are like the waves across the ocean and tonight I am drowning....
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— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Frrrrr
“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????
And for you, a thousand times over I will.