This, too, shall pass.

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[bekaraari]

I didn't fall in love with you. I jumped in. Wholly. Willingly.

[wnq-writers]

“In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, “Look my love, I will meet you halfway.””

— N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am in the mood / to be forgotten.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, from “For the Dogs Who Barked at Me on the Sidewalks in Connecticut,” published in Poetry

[wnq-quotes]

It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via noorshirazie)

[wnq-writers]

She knew she’d regret not kissing him, but she would also regret it if she did. Either way she wants him, and things will never be the same.

B. E. Barnes (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I want to talk to you, until the hues of the night mixes with ochres of the, dawn.

(via wnq-writers)

[santmat]

Once you have met a True Human Being, Let him not disappear from the horizon of your Heart.

Rumi  (via santmat)

[bekaraari]

The greatest failure of mine will be If I allow your ignorance To make our offspring forget That I had two lives before them: One without you And just with myself, The other with you Sometimes.

[bekaraari]

You are a fire I want to hold your flame And kiss your burn If I touch you the way you like it Will you kiss me too Will you make me blue like you Will you understand when my instinct Will tell me to douse your soul You are a fire You make me warm You make me burn You blacken my soul Will you give me warmth As I learn to become  Fire like you

[bekaraari]

Is the world mad Or am I turning gold to dust Setting sail  Upon your icy waters Brought upon a storm in me Your eyes rage on As I look in the mirror And watch this mad world Tear apart my own sanity

[bekaraari]

I am to you  Like the world is to a bird I am to you Always loyal Always pushing Sometimes I’ll be a storm Sometimes you’ll want to rest away On some branch on a tree But I’ll always be here The wind Yours to fly

[bekaraari]

Eternal is the day  That I have to live without you As if the ocean has stolen your voice And the world has swallowed me whole There is no tomorrow Only the echo Of forever Coming from your lips Yesterday

[bekaraari]

The peaceful road is merciful It lets me keep one hand on the wheel And one in yours In the cold Lasting night You keep me warm The lanes are but a sheet of music And you and I are the song Let’s dance through our journey As we write the verse

[bekaraari]

If there were an ounce of water in this world For every ounce of regret and remorse I feel,  There would be rivers flowing Through the fires of volcanoes The water would be pure Only with the kiss of your forgiveness Else  It would rein the dust and ash Of all the lives we seized along the way The water would cleanse My soul and many of the world’s My love Forgive me Forgive me For I have sinned

[bekaraari]

You are a snowy winter’s night Lighting up the darkness With frozen specks of dust Every breath I take towards you I’m another step away These infinite flakes falling from your eyes Melt upon my touch Why can’t I hold you? I would never let you go Don’t you know that? I need not just your tears And your light I need every part of your ever Snowy night Without you whole I am but a waxing figure I only shine whole When you allow My smile Help me Love me

[bekaraari]

I’m not sure if I want our children So that I can love them In the ways I haven’t loved you.  Why do you speak of them now As if they are already here, Loving you, And being loved? Maybe I just want to fall back on loving them When I don’t want to love you.

[bekaraari]

Mother

I know I don’t show you that I love and respect you. For many years, I resented you for giving him the power he loves. As we grew older, we both grew wiser. We held the stool down as you stood up to the podium. I wonder if things would have been different had you learned sooner That these norms were not normal. You deserved yourself.  I learned, too, that sometimes your silence was an act of love Not for him but for us. Maybe I’m afraid of the power of your heart.  He’s always removed barriers, while putting up more. He can’t see them. The last time I knew a love so unconditional, I was inside you.  A fetus can’t remember,  But I hope you remember this: In a world so fraught with terror and pain, I’m afraid of the tranquility of your love.  That is why your arms are still so foreign to me.  I know beneath it all he loves me too. But you’re a mother; It’s just not the same.