I’ve always heard that it’s good to be a little uncomfortable because it means you have something worth losing.
I hide out in the shadows most nights when lovers call my name because I know what it’s like to be close to someone and watch them disappear.
There is a dull ache in the pulse of my veins that reminds me I’m kept alive just to feel the pain,
to remember each way every new body left,
to prove to me that no one stays and eventually everyone leaves.
My body grows old to those who no longer know how to hold my mess or uncertainties into one,
the lovers who don’t know how to wrap me up in their arms and tie me in a knot.
Feeling love is all I ever need to feel alive so I’m not sure why the door is such an easy reach when I’m standing in the dark begging for you not to go.
I wonder what it is about us humans that allow the capability of loving and letting go in the same breath.
What a tragic thought to know the same person who promises forever can be the same one who tears your heart to pieces.
I wonder why love is so fragile, (coloringtheworldwithwords)
There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.
Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Darkness