but love the verse

Please let me be a lone flower for a while
A drifter
A dandelion catching on the gusts of wind
floating through the air
A fighter
A daisy sprouting through that single crack in the concrete ground
A brave one
A rose growing thorns
that let it protect itself
Let me take my time to bloom
Before you decide to pick and pluck me
From the roots that I have grown from,
So I can be my most ripe self
When it’s time for us to meet

-thank you for waiting <3


March 23 2017

My heart wants to twist itself around yours
It’s gross.
All the beauty got sucked up in the first year, and now it’s sticky
It’s clingy
And melodramatic to the core
My heart is a has-been
It beats stubbornly on
Like that song that always plays in a club
Repetivie, endless motion
That never really makes anyone move
My heart is a rusted nail
A bent-out screwdriver
Worn, and wasted, and useless
As my project rusts in the backyard
My heart wants to put you in its shoes
See the pull that blows my mind
The way the air shakes when you’re close
A concussion of the worst caliber
Dizzying, nauseating
My heart is the worst
Unfair, unbalanced
—  “2am”

At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another.

But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of His mercy.


did somebody say wedding day destiel?

Every morning when I open my eyes
I find an empty bed
and I’m always surprised
because all through the night
you never left my head.
—  Leigh
The day I left the moon for the sun,
an eclipse sucked the light from
my throat. I choked on stardust,
spat out tiny universes the moon
would never dream of orbiting.
The sun told me I was the brightest
thing she’d ever seen. The moon
sighed when I told him, saying he
knew the craters in his surface
were enough of a flaw to send me
rocketing across the galaxy.
I think the moon is jealous. He has
always wanted her rays to warm
him but they could never reach
quite close enough. Maybe that’s
why he settled for my hands
instead; tender, quiet things that
fill the holes in his surface.
The sun commends me for trying
to heal him, but promises me
eternal shine, a wine I cannot
refuse. Sometimes I look up from
my home on her fiery flesh, a solar
flare amongst many, feeling sorry
for the moon. I know he blocks
her beams so I can take note of
the dark he feels now. Halos the
light around his frame so I can
see every curve and scar shaping
his being. I tell him, I’m sorry, but I
can no longer see my reflection
mirrored off his reflecting light.
Maybe I never did.
—  how i fell in love with space // Haley Hendrick
I reach down into your throat in hopes of ripping
out my name but all I can grasp is hers. All I can feel
as my fingers tiptoe across your middle is how
swollen your core is; the beating she gave you left
blood pooling inside you in all the wrong places.
My jaw is not a promise waiting to be held by you, so
I’m sorry if I flinch when you try to. I’ve kissed more
knuckles than lips and I’ve learned that sometimes
they taste the same. Raspberry bruises you’d mistake
for love bites. There is no affection here.
I’m afraid I’m going to swallow her name in my sleep
and dream of the girl you’ll always want
more than me.
—  if it’s not her than it’s someone else // Haley Hendrick