"The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet."

— Nikos Kazantzakis

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I can always tell when there is something wrong,
You kind of let your guard down,
And I see a glimpse of the beautiful heart I fell into,
I can read you,
Though most times I am afraid of the chapter,
I put you back on the shelf,
Only to come back to you a few moments after,
Like the sky changes from black to orange to red to blue,
I always miss you,
So it should be no surprise,
That I don’t mind picking you up
Or cradling you on the floor,
My baby,
Protecting you from what is outside of our window,
I still love you,
And if my warm embrace is all you need to be okay,
I will be there for you,
Or here,
Whichever place you wish to stay,
Arms open,
Ready to save you,
From any type of disaster,
Because I love you,
And that alone is enough to forgive you,
Forgive you for the hanging conversations,
The text messages your fingers decided to not respond to,
The phone calls your hand did not want to pick up,
And the truth that your lips rejected to speak,
I can always tell when something is wrong,
Because I lose all sense of control,
And jump in,
Head first,
Into your heart
-Edel Ahmed

(via langleav)

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"I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost anymore."

— Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)

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You don’t need someone
who understands your pain,
you need someone who can hold it. 

We forget too often
that not everyone with a heart
broken in all the same ways
knows what to do with the pieces.

- © 2013 Maza-Dohta 

shuuushia: Last time
"you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
and not something everyone knows how to love"

— Warsan Shire - 'For Women Who are 'Difficult' to Love' [x]
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These mirrored nights paint pictures of hope hung from starry skies

Sirens sing from glassy reflections, songs of comfort, songs of home

Freedom transcends within its ebb and flow of faded memories and waiting dreams

My fingers slip, loose grip

Holding onto what I can’t quite grasp


Like metal careening down to greet the murky waters.

Fleeting days become infinite hours



A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what poetry offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is.

It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.


— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via suddenfiction)