My lips kiss the poems
I would write for you
if words strong enough
were to exist.
Pathetic fucking fallacy.
Idiot, fucking IDIOT.
Today is a bad day, but tomorrow is a new one.
‘A coma might feel better, than this.’
Most days I think of you each minute, but today I thought of you in every second that ticked by.
You continue to amaze me, and I hope to forever fall, ‘cause baby, I’m nowhere near the bottom yet.
…it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it’s different for each-
for me, it’s splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.
—Charles Bukowski’s “The Shower”
Close to giving up.
Today was the nicest day with you.
I’m glad forever is a long time.
Maurice Sendak (via colporteur)
Thank you for your story and pictures.
Cross my heart and hope to die.