johnthesituation

I found your favorite shirt at my place today. Red and plaid, you wore it the first time I saw you laugh, that’s why it was my favorite shirt too. Anyway, all the lines on it cross and then keep going on forever

we didn’t do that, did we?

“I found your favorite shirt at my place today. Red and plaid, you wore it the first time I saw you laugh, that’s why it was my favorite shirt too. Anyway, all the lines on it cross and then keep going on forever

we didn’t do that, did we?

-John

Why do I keep writing as
though words could ever
amount to you? I keep
writing as though I don’t
already know that poetry is
the blood you spill on a
page, and my veins will run
dry one day. It seems as
though you’re the beautiful
words I will never be good
with, I just like the way
you roll off my tongue.

“You will fall in love with her mystery. To You, she will be an intricate painting alive with color and depth. You will see her and she will draw you in with her composure and you will dwell on every detail you find because you need to know everything about her. She will be an intricate painting to you, admired by many and beautiful in your eyes.

She will be The Sun to you, always disappearing and revealing herself. You will love her the same way you love the sunrise and the sunset. She will be your favorite reason to wake up in the morning, and melt in the evening.

To You, to fall in love will be the only fall you welcome with open arms.

-John”

The heart,
the soul,
the clothes.
We left it all on the floor around us.
I remember hating you feel me.
I remember you using your nails to pierce into my skin,
no fingertips,
because I wanted you to know this was only
surface level.
For that moment, that muted moment, we lived
in a world on fire and everything about us
couldn’t have been more Cold and Empty.
In this Winter of The Heart,
in the Emptiness, I felt at home because I gave You
all of me.
—  John Laugesen  

“I pray that the love letters I write never become a work of fiction. I pray for the day you look at me like you look at the moon. I pray for your soul to remain beautiful. You are like all the wonderful places I have yet to see, I pray for the day there is no more distance between us.
-John

“The heart,
the soul,
the clothes.
We left it all on the floor around us.
I remember hating you feel me.
I remember you using your nails to pierce into my skin,
no fingertips,  
because I wanted you to know this was only
surface level.
For that moment, that muted moment, we lived
in a world on fire and everything about us
couldn’t have been more Cold and Empty.
In this Winter of The Heart,
in the Emptiness, I felt at home because I gave You
all of me.

-John

“Say it with me: We are wolves. Every wound that ever burned in us has healed, and every challenge has sharpened our teeth. Howl it with me: We are strong. Life will fall to its knees underneath our momentum, for a heart that has been broken always heals and comes back as a thunder that shakes the Earth. And the Trees. And our enemies.

-John