I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong.
Anusreeцитирапреди 4 години
Press your stories
into their skin and forget
you ever knew his name.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
It’s Just So Strange He used to love me, and now he’s just a stranger who happens to know all my secrets.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
Every Time a Man Yells I am seven years old again and he is packing that suitcase once more.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
But My Heart Is an old house (the kind my mother grew up in) hell to heat and cool and faulty in the wiring and though it’s nice to look at I have no business inviting others in.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
I said, I love you when I meant something much more specific, I should have said, Please don’t leave me, I’m afraid to sleep alone.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
I am afraid he crawled inside me and never really left my body.
I picture him waiting, crouched in my throat for the moment I am most in love to reach his hands back out and strike again.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
The truth is this: Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.
☁️ ursula ☁️цитирапреди 4 години
Boys like this are a dime a dozen, but I don’t know that yet because tonight I’m with the first one.