Sleeping With Ghosts


Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever./And if you try to let them go.../They only circle back and return to you./They become part of who you are... / Or they destroy you..
  

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Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
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Artist: Chet Faker

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I will not be your “sometimes”.
-Six Word Story #2 (via whispersofstardust)

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I don’t want anything from him

except his red apple heart.

Something I can bite into quickly

without making a mess.

If you asked him,
he’d claim he’s never met anyone
kinder, so please don’t say anything
about this.

All I want from him is his love.

The fruit of it. The sweet stuff.

All I want is to keep it inside of me

and then move along, because

I don’t like being touched more
than I liked being looked at.

Is it so terrible that I want

to be bigger than him? That I

don’t want to want more than

I need from a person?

I don’t think that’s bad, but

people keep telling me to

apologize for chewing with my

mouth open, so what am

I supposed to do with a whole

heart in there?


How am I going to eat it quietly?

Just give me the thing with no

hands so that I can go to sleep

without them around my neck.


I don’t want the body of love

like I used to. I don’t want to

be kissed.
Well, maybe I do, but not now.

When I close my eyes, I’m a statue
that he wants to run his tongue over.
When I close my eyes, I cut it off
and keep it.

-Caitlyn Siehl, Eyes Closed (via alonesomes)

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How does a heart of stone
write a love poem?
In free verse, of course,
to show how little rigid
he really is.

I was in love with you
a long time;
I am still.
It calls for no change,
obviously, having been itself
the very “wax lost’ that fixed.

-Turner Cassity, from “Laying It on the Line,” Between the Chains (University of Chicago Press, 1991)

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