I am so broke…
I am so broke…
“I know you have a habit of speaking in safe words. I know speaking your mind is hard because your mind has been twisted and manipulated to be a million other things, but never yours. I know you have a habit of running, of turning away, of hiding, of losing yourself. I know you are terrified of what it means to be in love. I know love has been temporary and has been twisted and manipulated to be a million other things, but never yours. So, here is what I am going to do. I won’t ever tell you I love you, I will just say, “You are safe here.” When you feel the need to get away for a weekend, know I will be here when you come back, just say, “Paris is missing me. The bird within my chest needs to breathe” and I will understand. When your mind is playing tricks on you and you have started to get confused about who you are, cave into me. Let your fears pour into my skin, let my collar bone collect you and keep you safe. Let my hands guide you, let my hands become you, let my hands do what yours cannot. I won’t ever tell you I love you, I will just say, “You are safe here.” You are safe here. You are safe here. You are safe here. You are safe here. You are safe here. You are safe here.”
Who wrote this? Please marry me.
monarchalchemist asked: are you more religious or more spiritual?
Neither really, I guess my views maybe defined as more scientific, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I have a great deal of respect for religion and matters of the spirit, I understand their importance and their role in our human lives. I tried for ages to define the soul, and place mine but only found my self drifting into the bond I hold with the people around me, my soul wasn’t mine, but a collection of people of whom I loved and have been loved by. I have spent my life looking for God also, trying to believe (there were even times where I convinced myself I did) but I always found myself gravely disappointed. I loved church, but when I was their my heart did not extend to the high heavens, to a god, but out laterally, to those attending, people with nothing else to bind them but their fate, coming together, loving each other, supporting each other. My belief is in humans, people like you and me, I believe in love an family and community, in the great power of human kindness.
Jealousy consuming me,
That small part of me still left stand,
That small part of me left alone screaming,
That silly little part of me that still believes,
I deserve something more.
Fill my head,
Late at night,
as I sat,
Hunched over myself,
In a loosely wound ball,
Tending the small fire,
Alight in my core.
The flames lick my face,
And whisper soft to me,
Filling my head,
I want a cuddle…
I want to build a house in a nook of your arm and live there for the rest of my life.
If you want to do something good, if you want to be a “good person”, go out an love something that needs to be loved, because really, one person will never fix the world, not entirely, but being able to make it a more bearable place for one other person, well, at least thats something right?