If God made anything better, he kept it for himself
May things always change with lessons learnt. God, may your most merciful love ensure we are never engulfed by our own vanity. May you continue to work the greatest miracles in our lives and may we always, always remain thankful and humble for the things you have given us, because without your allowance we would not have come so far. May we always be saved in your power, and by your endless grace.
somewhere there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyesthere are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poemsomewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were
(via poeticgravity)
expiry date:
Find someone who loves you well. Someone who never belittles you. Even in the heat of an argument. Someone who is gentle with you, but does not treat you like you are fragile. Someone who knows what you are capable of, and celebrates those pieces of you. Not someone who is intimidated by your strength. Someone who doesn’t make you feel guilty for being flawed. It is not love’s job to punish you. And remember the person you love is just as broken as you are when they fall short. No one is perfect – do not hold them to this standard. Find someone who is patient, forgiving, and apologetic. Someone who practices forgiveness freely and often. Love someone who is humble, kind, and empathetic. Not only with you, but with a beggar on the street, or a stranger in the supermarket. Common courtesy is important. Compassion is important. Kindness is important.
(via wordsnquotes)
the winter light weaves itself into your hair and you’re coming off with a soft, earthly glow again. I see the crows nesting under your eyes, and how they talk so much you can no longer sleep. god, I hope you don’t hear the millions of echoes of doorbells ringing in my head, because I keep knocking at a door not meant for me to open. your words have turned silver and they bleed into my skin, making a home in the fire burning in my chest. my throat crumples and I say nothing, despite the growing sound of the morning fog humming funeral songs around us. the day spins around us in smoke-like wisps and I wonder how high you are right now. it is past midnight and the skies are layered with reddened clouds and the howling of broken wolves, war-torn at their hearts. when will you ever give it up? when will I? how do you feel about it? how do questions work if we can’t even stay for the answers?
It’s not me, it’s you. I am not going to sit here and pretend the problem was me when very clearly it was you. You don’t get to treat me like I am nothing but a fire you need to warm your hands by only to douse it out when the time has come to leave. I am not a glass of water for you to drink from and throw the rest into the sink. You don’t get to spread a wildfire in my heart and burn this forest I have tended so carefully to the ground and walk away with a slap on the wrist like “it’s not you, it’s me”. I am better than that, I am the healing you desperately needed but chose not to see. So forgive me for saying what needs to be said here, it was unequivocally, a hundred percent you, not an ounce of this was on me.
Nikita Gill, It’s Not Me, It’s You
(via meanwhilepoetry)