Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
sometimes
you must know bad love
to know what good love
looks like.
when we are together
the noise of the world fades
and we exist
in a beautiful stillness.
why do we feel we must give
to receive love–
why can’t we just ‘be’
and feel worthy?
in the chaos
of your darkest nights
let the ocean in your mind be still
and see the universe
reflected
in its surface.
water the garden of your heart
until the roots
reach your soul,
and there is no place
that beauty
doesn’t blossom.
sometimes someone’s body
may lay beside you
every night
but their soul
can be long
gone.
.
sometimes in our human form
we can still be ghosts—
we use our skin
to distract from the pain—
every smile—
all our surface beauty
just a mask
for something deeper
that hides
within.
i feel nostalgic
for a place
i imagined
but never
really
knew.
how recklessly
we risk our hearts
when we forget
how hard they are
to fix.