Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea.
Maybe I didn’t even know what was here ‘til I saw you holding me.
Give me one room to come home to,
give me the palm of your hand;
every strand of my hair is a kite string
and I have been blue in the face with your sky,
crying a flood over Iowa so that you mother
can wake to Venice.
Lover, I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest.
Now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered Bible.
It is the one verse you can trust;
so I am putting all of my words into your collection plate.
I am setting the table with bread and grace.
My knees are bent like the corner of a page.
I am saving your place.
It doesn’t matter that you might have a slight tendency towards extreme jealousy
It doesn’t matter that you were one of five sisters
And I have often pictured you at two years old, ripping your mother’s nipple out of your baby sister’s mouth and screaming, “That’s mine, mother fucker!”
All that aside, I can’t imagine it would be easy for anyone to see all out on the line, two decades of panties
And i'ts not even that I got around, it’s that I’m old and I wrote every fucking detail down, DAMMIT, TUMBLR
Tattling piece of shit.
Remember that time I saw the photograph of your mortifyingly attractive ex
And suddenly my field of vision became a junkyard of vision?
I couldn’t get my heart to start
I just kept running my mouth about how I was certain she was a better lover because she lived in Oakland and worked at Trader Joe’s
FUCK ALL THE HOT PEOPLE AT TRADER JOE’S
I know why you would not want to hear every hungry promise I ever haikued into someone’s ear
But not one photo left me feeling like a deer in the headlights
Of a car where her back seat is probably still wetting it’s mouth on the way you breathe the word “Baby”
I don’t believe either of us wants the truth
Filed down and hidden from the guards, my heart and your slingshot
And I swear, we had to be aiming perfectly every love of the way to end up here
Call every other lover the air that carried us in tailwind
Every “do you think she likes me” text you forwarded to your best friend
Every “maybe breakup” you chewed your knuckles for
Every time you cried your makeup off in an airport was you
Unfurling your ribbon heart a thousand red carpets on their way to me
You never have to tell me you did not love hard
I know you.
I know you were all in.
I know you lit up like a Kansas runaway, spotting the Hollywood sign
Whenever you’d leave a room and overhear their mother’s whispering,
“I love her”
Of course they did.
Keep that for you
Call it a hundred poems that were holy true
That we come to each other with all of their hearts inside us
With all that ruin and flutter
Every crushing first fight, where you both cried all night
Trying to gather the wine back into the grape
Ever holiday she was not welcome home and you covered her apartment in Christmas lights
All that tender, and beg, and surrender, and every promise we both broke like bread to feed ourselves better
To come here, jealous and on fire and willing to hold each other
Through every moment the past feels like a sword to swallow
Finally, my love, you must know what I would’ve given to have been beside you all along.
I have to wake up every day and forgive time for teaching me how to waltz before anyone had written my favorite song.
Andrea Gibson, To my love on the day she discovered Tumblr and every single love poem I have ever written to every woman I loved before her
My friend Derrick says, “Love
Is the only war worth dying for.”
But every time I say, Please come back
I feel like I’m trying to find a dirty needle in a haystack,
and God knows I can’t go out like that.
Alright so I got an ask to make a masterlist of my favorites quotes – so here we are. I’m not really sure how many are in here, but they’re all divided up into categories. I gave credit to whomever I could. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!