burning muse

Do not allow him to consume you. If he does not call, go to sleep. If he does not message, put your phone away and have a fantastic day anyway. If he acts distant when you are with him and refuses to tell you what is wrong, don’t wait for him, go home and do something you love. If he tries to insinuate you do not need your friends now that you have him, spend more time with your friends. If he tries to teach you a lesson through the silent treatment, ignore him completely.

If he plays with your feelings constantly, walk away from him. If he acts like your body is his entitlement when you are not ready, walk away from him. If he says terrible, unforgivable things and threatens to leave you after every argument, walk away from him. If he forbids you from doing anything you love, walk away from him. If he claims ownership of your accomplishments, walk away from him. If he demeans you or disrespects your being a girl and refuses to stop when you tell him it hurts, walk away from him.


I cannot stress this enough, you live for yourself first. He is a secondary character in the story of your life. Do not allow him to turn you into a secondary character in your own book.

—  Nikita Gill, Advice for Teenage Girls Finding Their Way Through Love.

Other ways to say “I love you”:

i. My hands gravitate towards yours, fingers intertwine without trying, and lips touching without thinking.

ii. Whatever “soulmates” are, you are more than that to me.

iii. It’s as if I knew you from my past life, and how grateful I am to get the chance to meet you again in this one.

iv. Your heart is a black hole, the kind that pulls you into darkness with no way out, but the gravitational force is so great there is no escape for me, and even if scientists discovered a way out, I would never want to leave.

v. My heart was a barren field and you planted a bulb. You let me blossom and in time, I became a garden.

vi. All I see in your eyes are particles of eternity.

vii. Making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches becomes special when it’s with you.

viii. I was never afraid of death, but I’ve found myself more careful when crossing the street and walking home at late nights because I don’t want to miss anything.

in a language that doesn’t have the word ‘love’ I say

“I still have the receipt from the film we watched on

our first date” I say “I bought four red sweaters after

you told me it was your favorite color” I say “it’s been

exactly two hundred and twelve days since our last kiss”

I say “last week, in a hotel room, the complementary

pantene shampoo was the type that you use” I say “I walked

around smelling like you and nobody else cried over it”

I say “yes, I’m still crying over it” I say “the other day

somebody’s ringtone went off in class and it was the same

noise you set for your alarm and it took me a minute

to figure out where I knew it from” I say “I’m terrified

of someday not knowing where I knew it from” I say

“every poem I write nowadays is about the same thing”

I say “I’d almost give up writing altogether if it meant

we could try again” I say “please” I say “please” I say

“please.”

another untitled poem where I’m exceptionally loud about how much I love people // WRITTEN BY CAITLIN CONLON

no one fights like you.

walks into catastrophe with nerves exposed
and still throws their heart open to the light.

—  astagesetforcatastrophe, draft excerpt from “fight clean”

Maybe we find new things when we lose old things like when we lose pieces of ourselves, we discover something else. Maybe we leave these traces all over our scattered past so someone else can find it and we move on to find the parts we didn’t know existed. They say you don’t know who you are until you get your heart broken, but maybe with a heart split wide open, it leaves you bare and exposed, to allow more particles in. So these remnants of our souls continue on to live in other people even if they have long ago been lost to us. And that becomes the proof of our existence.
— Ming D. Liu

People fear someone falling out of love with them, but no one usually questions what it’s like to be the one falling out. They can’t picture feeling that something must be horribly wrong with you because there’s no other plausible explanation for why your heart doesn’t flutter when you look at him like it used to. It was the position I never thought I would find myself in, yet here I was, looking at the man I supposedly loved and not feeling a thing. If there was anything there, it was negative. Annoyance, anger, sadness, the complete opposite of everything he used to make me feel. It wasn’t right to let him believe things were okay, so I told him. Watching his facial expression drift from a quiet seriousness into a brokenness I never thought I would cause, I wished I didn’t mean the words I said but I knew I did. I couldn’t keep running away, after all, where could I go when the person that used to feel like home no longer did?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Telling the guy you love that you’re falling out of love for the same reason you fell in love with him.
It doesn’t have to be Spring for you to bloom.
—  It’s been said that Spring is the time of new beginnings. Enjoy it, but make sure to remember that you can have a new beginning any day, any time. // @maxwelldpoetry

She wanted to go to art museums and he took her to his favorite bars. She drank because he enjoyed the taste of beer more than her red lipstick; so she thought if she tasted like alcohol, maybe he’d kiss her longer, harder and with more passion.

She wanted to see stars and the closest thing he ever did was make her pretend to moan “God” when the lights were off. He took pictures of sunsets and bridges because they were beautiful, she wish he could’ve seen what he had in front of him.

She wanted to walk along the ocean but he took her for a swim, knowing she feared deep waters. He can’t blame her for panicking until she almost drowned. She wanted to go on long walks and enjoy the flowers, but he made her run as fast as he could.

—  Ming D. Liu

“It’s going to be okay. Whatever sprang into your mind as you read that, I understand. I know it hurts. I know you’re worried. I know it seems like this pain will never end. But it will. It will end, and the sun will shine again. You’re going to be happy. Everything is going to work out so long as you can take the first step toward finding your peace.”

—darling, it’s time to let go (1/18/18)