the most beautiful girl
is turned inside out
so that she sees the ugly world
and is convinced that she
is looking at herself and
that all of the bad things
are inside of her
rather than outside of herand thats an awful lot to have to carry
inside of you
(via chenmins)
Up steps the moon has already taken.
Of Absence. Of things broken.
To see if the moon is a mouth.
To see if I am what it wants."
if we, as humans, compiled a list
of the loneliest moments in life
let my thoughtful contribution be
the fifteen minutes of painful nothingness
spent sitting in a dark house
before finally turning on the lights
and accepting that you’ve wasted
another day.
I have unrolled a map
onto my kitchen table
and put one finger
where you are and
another where I am.
The space between
is only inches. That close,
I could feel you breathing.
I could reach out and
run my fingers through
every strand of your hair,
touch your lips and
barely need to move.
In the corner of the map
there is a guide for judging scale:
every inch a hundred miles
full of roads and rivers and trees,
the guide a sharp reminder
that you are where you are
and I am where I am,
inches apart.
