I have never met anyone
who builds such perfect ladders
of just the right words
to carry me safely from
every ledge.
You
a carpenter,
using kisses
in place of nails.
be my only love
kiss me in the clover
pull me into quiet hallways and
whisper words that are just for me.
you know where to find
the best in me, even
on the darkest days.
you weather my storms
and soothe my spirit.
how did you
find me?
two hearts among millions;
my perfect match,
my only love.
there are pockets of moments
where even the peace of the forest
the gentle flow of the late spring stream,
flush with fresh rain,
cannot stem the storm tossed mind’s rough tide,
overflowing with heartache
with a heart so restless it threatens to break
inside outand even still, the birdsong,
the wind rustling the leaves and branches
swaying atop the tall trees
the flow of the water over time-worn rocks,all together call out to the wanderer
that stillness is within reach.
Even a map cannot show you
the way back to a place
that no longer exists.
—Sandra M. Castillo, from “Christmas, 1970” (via risky wiver)
(Source: proustitute)
I feel my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.
—David Levithan & John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via bookmania)
If I wrap my heart in ice
will the cold numb the pain?
Each second stabs me
like thorns
wrapping around the core of me
leaving me bleeding,
leaving scars like signposts
to mark the passage of time.
How do I survive this separation
or this silence
when one morning without you
is enough to make me breathless with worry?
I need you.
Burn the thicket and
melt the ice.
Leave despair at the bend in the road and
run away with me.
I need your words,
your love,
your quiet moments of peace.
You soothe me.
You,
my heart calls home.
