Цитаты из книги «The Sun and Her Flowers. Белые стихи, от которых распускаются цветы»

tell me is there anything i can do to make you think her she is so striking she makes my body forget it has knees write it in a letter and address it to all the insecure parts of me your voice alone drives me to tears yours telling me i am beautiful yours telling me i am enough

love does not look like a person love is our actions love is giving all we can even if it’s just the bigger slice of cake love is understanding we have the power to hurt one another but we are going to do everything in our power to make sure we don’t love is figuring out all the kind sweetness we deserve and when someone shows up

and i lost myself to him he took and he took wrapped me in the word special until i was so convinced he had eyes only to see me hands only to feel me a body only to be with me oh how he emptied me

well i tell her i don’t think love is him anymore if love was him he would be here wouldn’t he if he was the one for me wouldn’t he be the one sitting across from me if love was him it would have been simple i don’t think love is him anymore i repeat i think love never was i think i just wanted something was ready to give myself to something i believed was bigger than myself and when i saw someone who could probably fit the part i made it very much my intention to make him my counterpart

i don’t think love is him anymore i repeat i think love never was i think i just wanted something was ready to give myself to something i believed was bigger than myself and when i saw someone who could probably fit the part i made it very much my intention to make him my counterpart

realized how naive i had been to place an idea so beautiful on the image of a person

perhaps this is why i let you skin me to the bone something was better than nothing having you touch me even if it was not kind was better than not having your hands at all i could take the abuse i could not take the absence i knew i was beating a dead thing but did it matter if the thing was dead when at the very least i had it

the hummingbirds tell me you’ve changed your hair i tell them i don’t care while listening to them describe every detail

ll me you’ve changed your hair i tell them i don’t care while listening to them describe every detail

a dozen different thoughts tear through me each second you must be on your way perhaps it’s best if you’re not i am okay no i am angry yes i hate you maybe i can’t move on i will i forgive you i want to rip my hair out over and over and over again till my mind exhausts itself into a silence