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Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes
Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth
Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name
do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold
do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet
we will never learn
how to be soft
we will leave.
we always do.
(Source: oofpoetry)
Dear Mandi I really miss your god damn face and the next time i see it i demand that you wear this
(Source: fromthenotebrooke)
“Of Althea and Flaxie”
In 1943 Althea was a welder
very dark
very butch
and very proud
loved to cook, sew, and drive a car
and did not care who knew she kept company with a woman
who met her every day after work
in a tight dress and high heel shoes
light-skinned and high cheekbones
who loved to shoot, fish, play poker
and did not give a damn who knew her “man” was a woman.
(Cheryl Clarke, 1982)
Anonymous asked: hi. i miss you. we used to be best friends and we drifted so far apart. ):
Well I’m sure if we were best friends at one point that it wouldn’t be a far shot to say we could be again. :)
