a poem from me to you
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a poem from me to you
โThere are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.โ
โ Laurell K. Hamilton (via devisor)
4am on the couch
So here am I, laying on the couch at 4am.
Hoping you could find the sleep you lost when I joined you in our bed.
My guilt as a reason and companion for my nocturnal exile.
The living room at night: calm, yet not quiet.
I hope "to sleep, perchance to dream" of a place and time where I'm still yours and you're still mine.
While on the couch at 4am.
โI was Winter and you were Summer and when Fall came and the leaves began to change we found that our love could never last the seasonโ
โ Falling Apart (via reminiscent-adolescents)
and it will for you too
โI think perhaps love comes from finding someone you feel utterly comfortable with, someone who makes you comfortable with yourself. Itโs likeโฆfinding yourself, or maybe itโs like finding the other part of yourself.โ
โ Candice Proctor, Whispers of Heaven
"March breaks in sunlight shining through thunderclouds.
Raindrops on the ground.
Flowers in our pockets.
The world rouses slowly from slumber.
Hope paints a tapestry of possibilities."
How can I sleep when youโre swimming through my thoughts
-not tonight
Bathing in the light of the moon I whisper secrets to the Gods at 3am.
I echo off the glow...
โif
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed with
air.โ
- Nayyirah Waheed
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