#wordnsquotes

[jezemaya]

There have been boys who have wrote poetry for me, boys who have sang beneath my window, boys who have brought me roses on roses on roses, and I have broken their hearts, shattered them, hurt them. I have looked their love in the eye and said no, no thank you, it is not enough. The pieces of love they gave me seemed like stars to them and I long for love that seems like the sun to me. I will love no distant, far off romance inspired by age old movies and ancient love poetry. I want something that burns me, makes me burn for it. And so I dream of different loves when boys write me poetry and sing for me and bring me roses. I daydream of nighttime romances, of laughter, of arguments, of tears and pain and trying so hard to make each other happy that it ends up hurtful. I dream of ambition and family and connections that make me stronger. I dream of him. I do not want a fairy tale love affair. I want so much more.

[jezemaya]

the air is so sweet in my lungs as they bleed

[theglasschild]

I think there is hope for us, if we learn to clean the windows better

and the kitchen is still a mess and my bed might fall apart any second now

but don’t worry, love, I’ll leave and sell whatever is needed

and if you need storage for future space I can cut some weight, shrink and reshape

and I’ve done it all before. I know the rules I wrote myself, see

I take myself apart for people I wish to fit for, and I’ve got plenty of tactics.

Did you know that if you chew a glass of ice the hunger pains fade

and did you know that the dizziness goes away if you run

for a while, and did you know

that people swallow excuses like drugs and it’s a fun game if you play it well and I do.

Anyway, I’ll take care of my monsters if you take care of the basement

and I think there is hope for us if I can learn to fit this place better like hey make a wish, like 1–2–3 a character I’ll learn to be.

– Charlotte Eriksson