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I promise I’ll stop chasing your memory in my dreams. I’ll stop bringing your name up over cups of coffee, muffins, and loneliness. I will marry a man and I will lay my heart on his chest like red roses on Mahogany caskets and I’ll have his daughter and she’ll have eyes reminding me that God still believes in second chances and if she ever decided to love a woman, i will love bravery down her spine.
I will be reminded of all the times that we loved, like there were expiration dates tattooed on our inner thighs. If she ever comes home with eyelids like cracking Levis and bruised kneecaps and a heart filled with question marks I will hold her like my mother never held me. I will clasp her face in my palms like the new testament on judgement day. I’ll tell her that love is the passion that allows you to do the right thing, and that no woman can play coaster to a half empty heart.
"Dear Ex - Lover / Jasmine Mans
“and maybe you didn’t get that series of lines,
that’s OK,
most of them are subtext
designed to impress people
who know too much about art,
all you need to listen to is
the 12 percent
which contain words like “fuck,”
and “ass,”
and “ride my dongstick, you naughty schoolgirl.”
because in a poem about love
we all need to know the relevant things,
because we’re all looking for the complete definition of love,
if only we could open our encyclopedia brittanicas
and look up love and know,
but love isn’t that easy.”
Love / Beau Sia
"Last night I got myself a new heart. Last night I took out each and every pin from each and every angle that I was using to hold that heart together; this one hear that says songs, and this one there that says poems, and this one in my back that says the way my father used to carry me to bed, and this one in the center with your name on it. It came out hard and it came out slow, but out it came nonetheless. It turns out this heart doesn’t need to be pieced together again."
(via gospel-stitch)
