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harbor me in the eye of the storm, I'm holding on to the love You swore

[uneventfulness]

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you love me

the way God built a garden

patiently, protectively

with hope for the future

you speak of me

the way Adam first saw Eve

adoringly, specifically

with clarity and wonder

you reach for me

the way He pursues

relentlessly, holistically

with single-hearted desire

I will love you just as fully

for our God is a consuming fire

and we are most in love while we burn

[listentothestories]

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I wanna be your doorway to better glory

you

(of all people,

thank God)

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this dull ache hungers for distraction

I find myself drifting

anything to keep from dreaming

to fill my head with something

void of your absence

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I don't deserve to touch you and no one else can have you. My hands are dirty but I promise I'll be the one to love you best. Let me dissolve your fears first and then your fantasies. We'll fit like this together forsaking all the rest.

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You cradled the hands that left bruises on your windpipe. I took the air out of your lungs and you said, “Try again.” Facing each other - You, breathless. Me, a vacuum. Even your eyes said, “You’re love. My love, you’re love, you’re love.”

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You listen to my heart's quiet and know the words

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no room to pine to room confined colors theirs silence mine

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he held onto me like “you belong to me” and I pushed away hard

I never earned his love only learned his heart now I live in his arms

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once I wondered how anyone would let someone else destroy them why would they not walk away

but now I love you and I know I would let you dismantle me if you wanted

I have been offered up wholly my heart went behind my back and my instinct of self-preservation

I lay myself in your sharp hands and believe the best

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Traditionally an absence is a hollow a lack an empty but yours presses down on me

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my scars claim someone else is safer they don’t have your access to me no reason to feel entitled the way fear still insists you might be it’s foreign calling solitude sacred having invited the most damage one-on-one empty houses and darkened rooms taught me to need protection from but removing the language of give and take bares a heart and exposes a vow it’s my choice and my promise to always fall in to trust you with forever and now

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I don’t want to look but I keep seeing

I don’t want to see but you’re still looking

from over her shoulder under her hands

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forehead kisses anchor to sanity the force of gravity holding you to me

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flutter

lips before a heavy sentence

eyelids in the early morning

my heart across the room because of you

[tristamateer]

I still wake up with things to tell you. One day, I won’t. I will learn placid acceptance. I will stop panicking when I can’t perfectly remember the pitch of your voice or the curve of your jawline. The smell of cinnamon won’t make me sad anymore. At this point it’s not about finding someone to replace you. I have spread my love all over the place. It’s about trying to sleep knowing I live in a world that has your hands in it.

“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends” Trista Mateer

this is from my book Honeybee! 

(via tristamateer)