“And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.”—Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via coyotegold)
“Someone asked me if I ever lose words,
or if I ever struggle with writer’s block.
The only reply I could offer was that
I am always inspired.
While that is an honest truth,
it is rather insufficient.
How could I ever lose the words to use and write
when you’re still there, breathing and alive?
Knowing that you’re somewhere exhaling words,
I’ll always have letters to capture and string into poems.
I’ll capture your exhales from where I am
and turn them into metaphors,
hoping they’ll do justice to your eyes.
How could I struggle with writer’s block
when there are sides of you I have yet to uncover
with spilled inks and messy handwriting?
I won’t run out of words
knowing someone like you exist somewhere in this world.
How could I, for even a single day, stop writing
when there are similes and personifications
waiting to be outlined, written, and read?
While I know there are numerous other things to write about,
(and I do write about them)
I always seem to find myself writing about you instead.
You are the words,
and I am the vessel.
You are the ink,
and I am the pen.
You are the poem,
and I am the poet.”—to my muse (NJ.)
“He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.”—