…stop hurting your body, forgive yourself. your flesh is just a cocoon holding in your energy, it is not who you are. your identity is not your body- it is your energy, vibrancy, kindness, intelligence, the way you make others feel. Your body is a biologically perfect machine, built perfectly to keep your beautiful mind alive and healthy.
The hands that touched us don’t belong to us, only / deeper, when the roses darken, / a rhythm in the mountain’s shadow / crickets moisten our silence in the night.
Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version.
Blood of my sweet unrest runs all the same—I am in love with you—
No matter what you say — I want to be near you.
Mad, but beautifully mad, hypnotised by the gaze of the self into self,
O crown of Death, I don’t / forget you. Even now, I trespass in your name.
You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?