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Fady Joudah, from "Venus Cycle", part of 16 Love Poems by Writer's of Palestinian Heritage, pub. AAWW

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“his bone structure is heavier than hers and her heart is probably emptier than his she says “thank you” while choking back the “i love you” burning at the bottom of her spine because solitude has become a dark friend that never lets her down and honestly she’s become accustomed to its company because ‘forever’ is the narrow end of a rusty alley that isn’t on her way home and she’s not looking for diversions because on nights when her skin collapses and her eyes bleed, she prefers the comfort of her loneliness as the deceased stars watch over her because she promised herself she’d never make a home out of a man that makes her weak because she’s just the bridge of a sad song and he’s the sweet chorus of a beautiful lullaby.”

— i love you, but i love me more

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“love isn’t always about possession. you don’t have to own someone to love them. sometimes, just appreciating them and cheering them on from far away is all that love is.”

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“my father has broken my heart in many more ways than any other man ever could.”

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i’ve been swallowing cigarettes with coffee for breakfast and i can’t remember the last time someone told me they loved me. i went from humming in the shower to crouching on the tiled floor heaving my lungs out not knowing where my tears began and the water ended. i always say goodbye to my loved ones as if that’s the last time i’m gonna see them because i forget to look either ways before crossing the road nowadays and find myself almost wishing to never make it to my destination while i’m inside a car or a plane. i read somewhere that “you never know when the bus is coming” so i think since then a part of me has been living in a way as if i’m always expecting for the bus to hit some days it’s ‘i better do everything that makes me happy and tell everyone i love them before it hits me’ but more often than not it’s ‘why hasn’t it hit me yet.’

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“Sometimes I get this overwhelming urge to light a match and set everything on fire. As the smoke escapes my cracked lips and my fingers shake with the badly lit cigarette between my two fingers, I imagine what it’d be like to watch as everything I claim to love burns to ashes. This city is too quiet.  This city judges me.  This city doesn’t feel like home.  What even is home to me anymore?  In my bubble of self-destruction, I even imagine myself amidst the flames. Hot, fiery lava just erupting out of my fragile bones leaving debris in every corner I turn. As the embers crackle in the air, I imagine myself thinking, “finally some noise in this dead city.” So I scream as loud as my decaying lungs let me and thrust my arms up to the sky. Then, I take a step out of the demolition and watch.  Watch as everything I’ve ever known and could never get myself to love, burns to a tiny pile of ash. I pick it up with two shaking hands and lather it all over my body.  “Finally”,  I think, “some colour in this dead soul.””

— homesick | @heavyemptyheart

in love with a man

unsure if their love is the same

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