Our words are the best thing that we will ever be.

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Why I don’t write


There is no poetry
in the way he threw his shirt
across my waist so that the
schoolchildren wouldn’t see
as he hit the gas and I
hit a wall in my brain

There is no poetry
in the way I bled
into jeans that I bought from the consignment store
jeans that I’d ran through
cornfields in
that they would say
had me asking for it

There is no poetry
in the black and the blue
just a heart that continues to beat
when the world has willed it to stop
no poetry in the system
and lack thereof
and no words
that do
any justice.

(Source: slow-blink, via silencecreptoverme)

I mean, it’s stupid to miss someone you didn’t even get along with. But, I don’t know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.

—John Green, Looking For Alaska (via baahdbitches)

(via epicjohngreenquotes)

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.