Gently and tenderly, I brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek. Then I laid a soft kiss on her forehead, like she was a fragile thing. But oh she was far from being fragile. She was so far from being fragile.
1. Be patient with her.
2. Don’t be greedy with her time and attention. Let her feel that you won’t consume her space.
3. Be there for her. Every time. When she needs someone to listen to her drama even if it’s 4 in the morning, stay with her. Be her favorite pillow that knows all of her stories and secrets. Don’t leave her until she falls asleep.
4. Listen to her when she sings ‘Honeymoon Avenue’. It is her favorite song. Don’t interrupt her, even if she’s crying so hard and she’s starting to mumble the lyrics. Look at her through her eyes. Feel her pain. Feel her presence; it’s the real her. Embrace the world she’s living in right now; she’s badly hurt. Don’t comfort her with promises. Unless you mean them.
5. When she says everything’s going to be alright, she means it, but she still doubts. Encourage her.
6.Be the moonlight that will guide her and bring her back to her path. Be the light in her darkest night.
7. Accept her weird taste.
8. Focus on her details. Her actions tell the truth. If she texts you, “I’m okay. Don’t worry,” Don’t believe her. Travel to her home and comfort her with her favorite food.
9. Remember that some things are better left unsaid. If she doesn’t talk at first about her past, don’t bring it up. She’s trying not to remember everything. Help her to move forward. You can’t save her from reminiscing, but you help her to not look back anymore.
10. She wears her heart on her sleeve. If she tells you she loves the way you treat her, appreciate it, because it’s real.
11. Adore her from her smiles to her soul.
12. You’ll never know when she will become a child again; she loves to play everything around her. She loves to dance in the rain, play with someone’s hair and even make you mad on purpose. But she appreciates everything, from the sunflowers she sees every morning to the stars she connects every night. Every effort, every smile. Accept her and be her childhood best friend.
13. If she’s already into you, don’t lose the chance but don’t take advantage of her.
14. Loving her will be your best mistake. Get ready for the consequences you will experience throughout the journey with her. She loves to be in danger; protect her every time. Love her until you can’t recall what it was like before her, and celebrate waking up to her every morning, and falling asleep together every single night.
I miss you, but not in the ways I expected. I miss you with a heated rage. I miss you with a shaking fist, white knuckles, a growl deep in my throat. I thought I would hold more sorrow, but it never grew with much strength. You begged forgiveness, you begged to be back in my life. It was a game to you, wasn’t it?
Alas, here you aren’t. What I now understand is that my anger was never yours. I am, after all, the one who crowned the same fool twice.
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If he doesn’t love you back, don’t stop loving him. If he can’t care for you the way you care for him, continue caring. If he can’t reciprocate your feelings, let him. Let him be. Don’t stop doing the things that can make you happy unless it is already causing too much pain to you. Don’t stop, unless your happiness is already starting to become your loneliness.
I bought these few pages at a local trader’s tent for the equivalent of $.25 USD. It was the only thing there written in English. I don’t know what any of it means, but the fact it names the missing explorers and ruined village is troubling.
June 29th, 2016
Let this be a journal of our last moments. I know we won’t make it out.
June 30th, 2016
They took Jane last night. This morning, the trees have her eyes. All the trees; every knot hole, every space, every interstice, is stuffed with her eyes. Two eyes copied into thousands. I don’t know how. Nothing makes sense. But they’re staring at us. We’re being watched. They follow every one of our movements, as if they didn’t already know what was going to happen.
Talk to her to see what’s going on in her life. At least one hour a day. That’s less than ten percent of your day. She deserves more than that. But at least one hour a day will do for you to show you that you love her by giving her quality time. And by giving her your quality time you show her not just you love her—but she’s beautiful.
she was the queen
in a kingdom of nothing.
her lands the black bed sheets,
her diamonds white powder.
Her only subject her lover
who knelt at her feet in carnal devotion.
she spoke her proclamations with paper on her tongue
and a tye die glass sceptor.
she was the queen of everything she had,
of nothing at all.
SMS is a compilation of responsive poetry to text messages I have received from either current or past lovers of mine. The collections delves into the thoughts of three men who had/have stolen my heart, if only momentarily or for the long-term.
Of the three boys, each has three “good” texts and three “bad” texts I have expanded on via poetry and given my honest thoughts on. Ranging from verbal abuse, heartbreak, and hurt, to passion, adoration, and even puppy love, this collection of poetry attempts to put all emotions I felt at the time into perspective.
Art format for the texts was inspired by the Tumblr user @unsends