06172018
“Like waking up, we’ll be together.”

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06172018
“Like waking up, we’ll be together.”
It's a sweet gig, girl.
X, 06192018
02112018
We spoke easily of basketball rookies (&”rookies”) before eating in comfortable silence.
“You know so much.”
“I know.”
03272018
Everything you do is art.
04192018
I'm high in bed. You're getting ready to leave to shoot hand leaf arm shoot deep three. Bada-bing bada-boom.
"Blacks only, this side o'tha bed. No whites allowed. Fuckin hipsters always tryna come into black spaces." Your arm, a thermostat, sweeps back in, avoiding pests. I ask aloud of other hipster characteristics. "... Fuckin hipster whispers."
It’s only a you thing, because it’s an us thing.
Don’t give me romance. Give me growth.
I deserve this.
I have never been loved so much by a man who could love so much.
The older I get, the further away I float.
From people who loved me the best way they knew how. From disinterested family. Some days, life feels impossibly lonely until I breathe you.
If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant.
Jane Kenyon, Taking Down The Tree
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Morose
Beautiful things happen in the dark.
I really wanted you to like me, Diane.
Our love is a life-long test we are both taking.
I fall from my horse almost every day, and I know I need to keep falling until I understand when I should be up there in the first place. The truths that throw me look and smell like you, and I love them. That doesn’t mean I don’t get hurt or won’t cry in the face of them. Neither of those reactions mean I’m quitting.
Sometimes the same truth will buck me muddy, and sometimes a new one is sly; an intricately woven rug over a pit dug the night before with my own fucking hands. Self-sabotage. “You’re better than this.”
Takes the horse down with me.
Laundry Purposes
Metal teeth grind as you lock the door behind you. I’m high, but that’s not why I felt those teeth.
We, opposing forces personified, made it through almost 27 days without incident.
“There’s always gonna be somethin’...“
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus (via wnq-writers)
muse
I feel closest to you when my body moves beautifully.
lemonade at dusk
I’ve been walking for so long that I don’t remember stillness.
Everyone that used to walk with me is behind me, finding sanctuaries in their simplicity. Or trying to. Denying the idea of heightened potential, so overwhelmed by evolution that they dream of not working. Front porch lemonade every night at dusk.
Lately, single-tasking is foreign to me and only feels right in small doses. You’ve been this way your whole life, though. I’m late to the game; been moving on the ones and the sevens.
I don’t want to be just like you, but there are parts of me that are years wiser, leagues deeper, and growing, for being more like you.
Maintaining balance while in constant ascension is a bittersweet challenge. How will I catch up if your top is higher than mine? What if we never really meet?
I should start running now.
couch potato
No one can love you like I do. I’ll make sure of that. You are as deserving as I am of my best self. My tumultuous periods of growth, ugly with dirt and denial, will lead to a better partner than the one who allows self-loathing to over-steep in circumstance.
Thank you for being patient.