*alt

I love him. So much. To the point where you won’t understand. You don’t get it because I don’t get it. It’s there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it’s always there. And when you find love like that, you don’t want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That’s the hard part.
6

Corey Lewandowski is reportedly back with the Trump campaign – and he’s still getting paid by CNN. This is one of the biggest conflicts of interest in the history of cable news.

 Tell CNN to fire him immediately.

Every second that ticks by feels like time is taunting me.
I wonder if you’re watching the clock too, awaiting the next moment your hands reacquaint themselves with my skin.
I have gone far beyond ‘I miss you,’ and far beyond 'I want you.’
This is need, this is craving, this is losing myself in dreams just so I can hold you.
I still get butterflies in my stomach when I hear your voice the same way I did the first time our lips touched.
I don’t know if you paid attention to how hard my heart was beating, but if you did, then you know exactly how bad I have it.
And nights like these are the worst, when I wish to feel your heartbeat, only to be greeted by the pillow your head should be resting on.
The only thing that keeps me going is the idea that someday these miles won’t be so problematic anymore. 
We’ll repeat this shattering cycle as many times as we need, coming together and breaking with every pair of flights until one day, one of us will fly in to see the other and have no need to go back out.
In time, this distance will be nothing but a memory.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Write about a long distance relationship
I’d like to think that time would heal us both.
Heal me from the bruises you left on my soul, and heal you from whatever sickness made you think breaking someone was okay.
Maybe then, we could go back to being something close to how we used to be.
Or maybe not, but at least you’d understand that you were wrong.
But time is taking too long, and deep down I know that these bruises won’t just heal on their own.
I know that resenting you is nothing more than the stubborn hope that you’re suffering too, a cycle of pain without benefit.
So today is the day I let you go and accept you.
Today is the day I set myself free.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Convincing yourself to forgive someone when you are not ready.
the lion

lion, lion, sleeping sound
in the forest of the drowned
see that tempered tawny mane;
whence came ye back up the drain?

what scales are these that sheathe thy side?
what fins propel ye neath the tide?
have you hidden gills with which to breathe?
the lion has naught up its sleeve.

air to water is no great change
and growing scales is nothing strange
but still view this slender noble fin
caress these muscles thick and thin

lion, lion, now wide awake
is for thee that waves do break?
in boredom plundering oceans deep
is enough for you to go back to sleep.

In the womb she was a
tiny blue flame a'flickering
hot, hot, hot, hot, to the touch
but in the brief milliseconds where
she’d disappear from existence
she felt an icy chill accompany her
to that place between worlds
and even when she willed herself
back into existence back into burning
the flame could still taste a siren call
far too heavy and sweet for a tongue
so used to being chiseled from salt