"Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much."
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much."
Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” (via fleurishes)
(Source: theparisreview.org, via word-digest)
"there is poetry written along your cheekbones and songs being sung through your veins. if you open your eyes, you can see that there is a sunrise-promise rising along our horizon, the whispering of something dangerously beautiful."
Megan Madgwick (via beryl-azure)
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"At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they’re dead and gone. For I still love you with the whole of my heart….I still love you. And sometimes…the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep."
Gregory Roberts (via follow-the-fox)
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