“Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.” -Rumi.
You wanted so badly for him
to be a good prayer you could
tell your mother about it,
and you wanted so badly for him to be
the good days where it was easy to breathe
and dance and love like you meant it.
But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
and you’re waiting to ruin him.
But everyday ends the same,
and you’re left wondering where to
put the relics left behind from
the timelines you loved him in.
You used to expand like a universe
and now you are breaking limbs
trying to make room for the
ghosts you let come back from the dead.
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving,
and you’re not going to be sorry for it
When temptation claims your reason, know that misfortune is about to strike.
Fall down, prostrate, and begin to Pray.
With flowing tears implore the Lord that He may deliver you from the throes of doubt.
Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.