I whispered your name inside a paper bag,
sealed it with my mouth, and held it
with two hands, fragile.
The instructions were to breathe you in
full and wanting, but I took a U-turn
somewhere between seeing you with her
and seeing you without her.
Both times, I pulled the breaks, closed my eyes,
hoping for an immediate traffic, for cars
to line up on my spine to keep me from running
towards a possible heartbreak.
I drive towards you instead.
Kharla M. Brillo, Before and After (via pouvoires)
I still shop at midnight for cold milk,
opened fridges just to close them again,
opened doors to just let myself out.
Nowadays, I don’t let people in—they only leave
stains on my carpet, they park their cars wrong,
they keep asking questions
and I have but mistakes for answers.
Somewhere in these gaps I take a shower,
water the pea plants on my window, still finding time
to whisper a part of you inside that paper bag.
First, your name. Then, mine.
I tell myself that that was the one place
we had each other.
When I opened it again, I realized
I never had you, you were only ever a whisper.
RAISE UR HAND IF PEOPLE EVER MISTAKEN U FOR BEING TOO YOUNG OR TOO OLD
Fact: While pansexuals are not attracted to pans, animals or inanimate objects, 94% of interviewed pansexuals report attraction to ancient Greek Pandora, stating ‘that whole releasing evil thing? Kinda hot, if you ask me’ in unison.
Thank you! But actually, I’m not really using this blog too much anymore. I’m mainly on my other account, aroseinthealley and I’m posting plenty of selfies there :)