poem of thanks

i know we all have our own lives. we spiral in our own orbits. i’m telling myself the reason you never text is because you’re busy. i ask you how things are going, the conversation is stilted. remember when we were madly in love. when you would text me with every stupid joke you thought of. 

“how you been?” i ask. three days later i get, “fine.” 

i am trying to tell myself: at least you’re alive.

it scares me that
I can sculpt
love poems
from the same letters
you use to
spread hate.
—  good vs evil by shelby leigh

“If you could get to anywhere in the universe by tomorrow, where would you go?”

“Hmm… Where are you going to be tomorrow?”

Thank you for not letting go of me when you had the chance. Thank you for holding on to all the memories and for seeing through me for who I really am. Thank you for being you and always being there for me. Thank you for everything.
—  Poets Love Her

whoever says love makes you weak
has never pulled out their heart
to give to someone else.


you must be strong to be in love–
to lend a piece of yourself
to someone who needs it more than you do,


(and never expect it back)

—  by shelby leigh

This has been something Ive wanted to do for a long time. It’s a lot scarier and stressful than I thought it would be. I am still terrified and second guessing everything about this thing… But to hold this in my hands is worth it. Ive been writing since I was five years old and this is a dream come true. There will be more to come, thank you all for your support.

My book is out! 🍻Please spread the word if you don’t mind! Thank you guys again for putting up with all my blogging about it. I can’t thank you enough. And to the people who pushed me when I literally was about to call the entire thing off, you mean the world to me (you know who you are) 😘

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It cries in my heart 

 Like it rains in the town 

What is this languor 

That soaks to my heart?

“On the dark street of a foreign city, surrounded by the sound of the rain, he pressed his face into his hands and sobbed.” 

-Blackbird an amazing fic by @thetwoguineabook

things i am still learning part iii:

love isnt love if it’s not unconditional. don’t let anyone pick and choose which qualities you should keep and which habits you should discard. the words “i love you” should never be followed by the word “but,” and if they can’t handle your hurricane nights they don’t deserve your warm breeze days.

sometimes you need to be awful. be dirty, filthy, cruel. burn photos like you used to in high school. smoke cigarettes in his sweater because he always hated the smell. you can decide if you want to wash it before you give it back. you can decide how far to take it.

be reckless if it makes you feel more alive. adrenaline rushes are so commonly sought after, and you’ll never understand why until you feel your heart gasping for air.

prove yourself right. if you have any small reason not to completely trust someone, chances are you’re onto something. don’t let anyone have your trust if they don’t deserve it.

don’t waste your time on anyone who won’t spend their time with you. if he’s always hours late, if he cancels to be with others, if he isn’t willing to call you on the phone every so often just to talk, break all the clocks in your bedroom. smash the watch you’ve kept since you were a kid. it’s just not worth it.

if he calls you crazy for asking questions, you already guessed the answer. leave. and don’t you dare go back.

welcome to the world of consequences. i gave you something and you destroyed it. why are you acting like i’m the one who dropped it. i wish you knew how to take responsibility for your actions. i mean i guess it’s my fault because when it comes to you, everything always is. you say i’m hurting you by taking things away when you just spit them out again. don’t look at me like that. you took everything you wanted. did you really think you’d get away with it.

gentle reminder, a poem

a message to you
you aren’t a burden,
a cast-away scrap
of garbage
you’re not as heavy
a spiritual load
as they make of you
you’re someone to someone,
their pride and joy,
their lighthouse from the sea
you’re the star
somebody wishes on,
the song of a bird in a tree
you can’t possibly tell me
you don’t belong
why else would i
have written you
a poem that doesn’t begin
to encompass your impact
on the world around you?

written and submitted by @nightmarefuiran