September 17, ’18

“When the Candle Goes Out”

I wanted so badly to be yours.
I wanted to be something you
wanted to keep. But these are not decisions
we can make for other people.

I will love you forever, even if
right now, I don’t very much like you
or the way you’ve made me feel.
But I will love you,
because you were what I needed
and I like to think I was what you needed, too,
to get to these places we are now,
even if they are not next to one another.

I wanted to stay there forever.
But if it wasn’t meant to be,
then something else is.

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Measuring By Hands

roseeeee

It’s my own fault that I’ve forgotten
what my hands feel like when they’re being held.
You can’t dig your own grave then sue the coffin maker.

I used to think loving others made up for not being loved.
Like having a heart too big to hold between two palms was a
good thing, a proud thing, a noble thing.
I used to think if I kept my head down long enough then one day
I would look up at exactly the right moment,
but never let myself wonder how I’d know that moment when it came.

When you’re only ever staring at your shoes
no one’s gonna fall in love with the top of your head.
When you’re only ever staring at your shoes
you’ll never recognize love by their toes.

Holding your own hand ever only makes your arms tired.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t kept practicing.

Love’s fingers have promised they’ll fit perfectly.
Love’s fingers haven’t tried mine on for size.

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