How to Create a Phobia

I.
Tell her you want her
lips on yours while your eyes count
each surprised blink. Eight.

II.
Ask her if she knows
how much you care, but only
once. Never again.

III.
Call her by her last
name, show you relish every
syllable of her.

IV.
Whisper about change—
the way you don’t want her to,
the way you won’t ask.

V.
Let her think language—
how you speak her fluently.
The way we’re fluid.

VI.
Smile without reason
and promise you understand—
this will pass. She’s fine.

VII.
Say goodbye. Names don’t
change—like you, the way you won’t
ask and don’t tell her

VIII.
you. And are. And want.
Because you—your greatest fear
is to become hers.

I’ve run out of words
for fear—take my hand and I
will tell you my name.

Sing; I’ll write as rain,
pen the sound and the fury—
unless you’re silent—

"Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right."

Sarah Addison Allen, The Peach Keeper (via observando)

(via kayjayfaletra)

Poems left to lull
my heart to sleep. Then you spoke.
Then I wrote mountains.

I can’t kiss or tell—
I still remember the way
I forgot fear’s taste.

I’m photos framed—my
negatives developed your
positive thinking.
Caption each moment, “reasons
I won’t let you in.”

How can a heart be
both grown and broken, brown eyes? Filled to be emptied,
little fingers between mine—
hold you, wet lashes.

shadowprovesthesunshine:

"Love is weakness," my
demons said. “Weakness broke Stone
Tables,” I reply.

aseaofquotes:

Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

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Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

"So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."

Jorge Luis Borges (via syndrome)

(via thevintagesparrow)

aseaofquotes:

Tana French, In the Woods

aseaofquotes:

Tana French, In the Woods

(Source: archatlas, via escapingsaccharinity)

aseaofquotes:

Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

aseaofquotes:

Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

Wrote some poetry today and also decided to try and channel the bottled up inspiration into one of my less natural artistic avenues. 

I artsed hard today.

Wrote some poetry today and also decided to try and channel the bottled up inspiration into one of my less natural artistic avenues.

I artsed hard today.