I pencil in the happiness and the smiles when I tell people about us. After all, who wants to hear the truth? I make sure to add in the trips to the beach we never took, and the surprise roses on our anniversary that I never received. My favorite is when I describe the way you love me so much, that it’s almost hard for you not to contain. I want to lay my feelings across others like the stars lay in the sky, but then I’d be a star. Distant… and dead by the time they finally see it.
— Anis Mojgani (via likeafieldmouse)
I don’t know when love became elusive
what I know, is that no one I know has it
my fathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open
when your name is a just a hand I can never hold
everything I have ever believed in, becomes magic.
I think of lovers as trees, growing to and
from one another searching for the same light,
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch,
this is all I know how to do, carry loss around until
I begin to resemble every bad memory,
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had.
I ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
I ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts
I let you leave, I need someone who knows how to stay.
— (via theflowernamedgirl)
I need someone who knows how to stay