"This is what you get when you write poems.
A heart that treats love like horse races,
betting on who ever will get you
the most metaphors."
"SPIT ALL OVER SOMEONE WITH A MOUTHFUL OF MILK IF YOU WANT TO FIND OUT SOMETHING ABOUT HIS PERSONALITY FAST"
"You’re a ghost driving a meat coated skeleton made from stardust, what do you have to be scared of?"
"you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
want anything but you,
you dizzy him
you are unbearable
every woman before or after you is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile,
but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave then let him leave
you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love."
"the year of letting go, of understanding loss.
grace of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’.
the year of humanity/humility.
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed.
everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing
‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’.
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands.
the year i learnt small talk.
and how to smile at strangers.
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask
‘do you want to be my friend?’.
the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness.
the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it.
the year of hugging people i don’t know,
because i want to know them.
the year i made peace and love,