I told a stranger “I’m so tired of keeping my hands soft all the time. They aren’t always soft, now they feel so tense all the time”.
The teacher told me ” Those are some good questions but maybe don’t go so deep, so fast, take your time”.
Take your time, I used to beg myself.
if you hold me, I’m afraid I’m going to cry and
you won’t really know why
that might make me cry harder.
The day I met you, you talked to me for several minutes
about your car breaking down, earlier that week. The only
thing you had on your mind, the whole ordeal.
Smiling, laughing, you draw out the story.
Later that night I heard you are left at that bar alone
because you get too drunk and make the same mistakes.
Your friends say they can’t do it again.
My heart breaks.
a sunrise is the opportunity to fall in love with the sky
over and over again, in moments. I have five new favorite colors.
Do you know how many times I am in love, in some way, in some form,
overflowing in this body.
do you ever just explode inside yourself?
it’s the feeling when the universe sends its love back.
have you heard about the butterfly effect? that’s what
it feels like. when I’m looking at really beautiful things.
I am getting the softest sweetest kisses sent back to me, and I finally
remember that overwhelming can be good too.
don’t you just melt when you feel your intensity returned?
There are worse ways to drown.
I pretend it doesn’t hurt me
the way it does.
When you look at me
and don’t see me.