There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter. Those who persevere, despite all they’ve been through, those who still believe there is good in the world, as dark things we often find we need that light the most.
Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
Don’t fall in love with me. Not unless you’re ready for a God damn fight. I don’t want frailty, or fiction and fairy tales. I want you to be irrational, because I’m irrational. Be bold. Speak your mind. I want your wildfires, and obscenities. I want your passion, and priorities. Protect what’s yours. I’ll defend what’s ours. Let us fight against routines and bad habits, and anything typical. And don’t you dare quit. Not on us, not on yourself.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval, you are setting yourself up for disaster. You have to be whole and complete in yourself. No one can give you that. You have to know who you are - what others say is irrelevant.
I’m a picture without a frame. A poem without a rhyme. A car with three wheels. A sun without fire. I am a gun without bullets. I am the truth without someone to hear it. I am a feeling without someone to feel it. This is who I am. A mess without you. Something beautiful with you.
I am realizing that this skin I’ve worn
may not be fitting any longer
it has begun to strangle me blue
yet I don’t know how to be
I suppose I should learn
how to be big
how to take up space
how to scream out of anything other than fear
how to be unafraid of being seen
and how to stand up when I am questioned
instead of turning on myself
because I was under the impression that it’s easier
to tear myself apart with the rest of the wolves
than to defend my own ideas
this is the year to try