I will not be proud of anything of my own
for now I am nothing without you
I know that I have tried and I have strived
to be the greatest man, to be the strongest
to be the wisest and the best
to be kind and to be true

I know that all I need to be
I need to be for you
and you love me like a shining star
loves the moonless night
so that it may add its brilliance
to the velvet backdrop of the sky

I love you like a Bedouin loves the sand-sea deserts
like a wild and windswept dune
I love you like a drowning man loves the shore,
like birds love their feathers and
fish love their scales
For my love is not a moment
not a sigh, or a glance, or a poem
my love is my blood and my life
and this love, love, love,
it's truth
it's brilliance
its honest and wonder and fire
burning and renewing me each day
-  my love will never let you go.

Sometimes it hurts to watch sunsets.

they remind me of old addresses and lost graves
scribbled pages of notebooks talking about dark nights.
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I pressed a knife to lips and shattered cries
does it hurt to push past your sadness or will it feel like
clawing your eyes out?
there wouldn't be a pinprick of light on the highways except for a figure
on the roads
crying out to the oceans underneath, tearing apart smudged letters
like the ones I filled in my books.

now back to sunsets, will you watch them with me?©

“Wishes are made to be broken,” he says,
stacking up rotten dust-filled letters beside the trash can.
no matter what he says,
he was never able to throw them away. just a couple of years’ ago
his words would climb up tree trunks and lamp posts instead of
tripping and falling like a drunken figure on the rooftop the night before
Surely the candles that he keeps lighted up around the house at night
have more meaning than this words.
but the fact that they still don’t help him see in the dark
frightens me; to see him stumbling into a building, to the rooftop.

maybe the city lights from the roof would show him the missing step.

**I really don’t want him to fall.

The air around me
changed; I breathe new air; I have
a brand new sweet lungs!

Anger is like the headlights of an incoming truck. It's blinding, and you'll never realize you were on the wrong side of the road until the moment of impact.

a.g

I'm the kind of girl
who converts heartache into
premium whoop ***.