im in one of those ‘cuddle up with someone and watch a lame movie while i kiss their neck and casually take off their pants’ mood
(Source: nicoleohoh, via this--too--shall--pass)
The kiss was gentler
than any she’d set upon
my lips before,
yet it had more
passion than the ones
that had swept us
away to begin with.
Rudy Francisco’s “A Lot Like You”
I can’t even say how much I love this poem.
I am not a holder of grudges.
I digest hurt like last night’s spaghetti. It fills
me up with sadness until my heart
is so weighted down, it settles
into the bed of the ocean.
I forgive like Jesus after the cross,
but the cost of forgiveness is as
high as the cost of living these days.
It is taxing on my emotional sense
and you have put me in the red
this year. Now, our conversations leave
me feeling the words grow heavy on
my tongue. When I try to speak,
my voice trips around them, a clumsy
toddler and echoing around the
empty hollow that is our friendship.
I forgave you each and every hurtful
word, moment of neglect, and ounce
of rejection because love meant
more to me than being right. The debt
in my chest piled up like handfuls
of dirt you threw on my coffin.
I cannot forget
what it cost me to let the words
run like water off my back but they
crept into my skin, poisoning me;
seeped into us and tainted it -
a constant fresh mud on pure white snow.
I am not a holder of grudges,
but my heart has become too entrenched
in poverty to let you do
this any more.
What editing looks like…chaos on a page.