The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right.
I wasn’t just gonna go giving myself away. I’m no easy catch.
Can you really see me in fishnets? No.
I always find myself slippin’ out the holes,
swimmin’ back out to sea.
I’d never been anybody’s sushi roll.
But she, has lips like wasabi.
10 HONEST THOUGHTS ON BEING LOVED BY A SKINNY BOY
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
Holy Shit Rachel Wiley! You have over 4000 notes on this. This and you make me so proud. I love you, ma.
These two things are perfect together.
If everything is a window, if the wound is a window, if heartbreak is a window, if grief is a window, if the storm is a window, if illness is a window, if loss is a window, you will say you live in a house made entirely of glass, you will say the moon is so close you can catch its reflection on your silver spoon, you will say your spoon is a silver spoon, you will feed yourself light, you will be hungry for nothing but people whose hearts will never close the blinds.
I am only afraid of one month.
It is the month the bathroom mirror broke
we were so busy
trying to reflect our pain
in each other.
The month I went fishing
and cried for futile flapping
because it reminded me of
as vain as trying to breathe
The last night we tried holding
we found our edges were as jagged
as the pieces of the bathroom mirror
and we could not touch
That night when you kissed me
I left a poem in your mouth
You can hear some of the lines
Every time you breathe out
And it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written
I’m still working on my rhythm
My tongue gets tied sometimes
My throat gets dry
My hands start trembling
Honestly, the only thing I’ve ever mastered
Is how to write a really good ending
But I’m getting pretty tired of finish lines
So this morning I bought a needle and thread
And started stitching you a sunrise
—Yarn - Andrea Gibson (via emilysnotanadultyet)