"You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you."
Y.Z, A ten word story on being a second choice (via rustyvoices)
Do I truly love myself???
"Lately I’ve been looking at my body like it belongs
to someone else. Watching it slowly shrink like the crowd
at a party that that has gone too late. My stomach
has been an enemy my entire life. I miss her now that she’s gone.
She is a conquered enemy. A vanquished foe.
I did not want to win. Not like this."
"It has been a month since
I last traced the outline of your
and tasted the factory smoke living
inside of your spine.
You are all pollution,
and still the best thing
I am constantly forgetting to keep.
One day we will learn to get tangled
within each other,
but for now telephone wires
will have to do.
And maybe this conversation
will cut off and leave us both waiting
for words that aren’t coming.
Or maybe we will erase state lines
until they don’t exist
and find each other waiting at the beginning
of a poem we always meant to write.
I will try my best not to turn any of this into a promise.
We are both terribly clumsy,
and always running into things,
it’s not our fault when they break.
I want to know all about the moons tattooed across your bones,
but I keep asking all of the wrong questions.
Are you ever coming back?
Forget it, that’s not important.
If you’re lonely,
tell the wild dandelions about my shaking hands.
Ask them not to fall apart when it
gets too cold."
Y.Z, I believe in tomorrow because of you (via rustyvoices)