YesikaStarr
this is the messy story of a girl and her torrid love affair with poetry
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photo romance.
we were too in love to take pictures. so there are none of us. as if we never happened.
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freewrite.
The weight of my worth
Got skinny on me
The moment I laid it down
In to the hands
Of people who did not know
What to do
With all this
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Love. 1992.
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My feelings now...
You are a reckless, but captivating thing. Oh, how inconsistent you are as if your own flaws are yet to be enough. I will thank...
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You were never really the boy I fell in love with,
Just the shell of a man pretending to know what he wants,
No wonder your chest beat so loudly,
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GPOY, settling into my new apartment in Seattle.
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after counseling freewrite.
in counseling
i am forced to practice
the impossible act
of letting you go.
my counselor has known me
for 2 days
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Anonymous asked: you are obsessed with Method Man.
or in love.
Love Knows You Are A Lover
(a repost. a reminder. for me. for you, my darling.)
You can not be everything at once. You can’t be everyone for everyone. It is ok to find beauty and love it, admire it. You do not have to become everything beautiful you see or feel. There is something specific and precious about you. Something secretly perfect on the inside of your cheek, tucked behind your ears. Let that be what you hand out in your handshake, what you spoon into the parentheses of your smile.
Love already knows you are a lover. Love knows you leave the window open for it. Love can feel you calling, can hear you waiting. Love already loves you. It needs no convincing. There is no need to rebuild yourself for anyone. Because sweetheart, Love only wants to be with the beloved.
I promise it is that uncomplicated and true.
This isn’t love. It is two sad and lonely people thinking out loud to each other. It is two broken dial radios. He, a station of orchestras and static. I, love song dedications at two a.m. - there was no way we could hear each others noise. We just kept on producing our own into the night.
“we have an odd union. me, of all of these words and you, so deserving of description. I fancy your human. I like the idea that we are of skin and bone and contradiction, all of which take part in growth.”
Jason Mars
Freedom.
It is not that I stopped loving you.
It is
That I stopped
Expecting
Anything in return.
Your palms opened into the color of a night sky. I wanted to be a moon in all that infinite skin.
Dear universe,
Remind me that I am enough.
I get lost sometimes.
Mostly it is within myself.
Signed,
A confused girl.
Sometimes I think I am only defined by who and how I love. This makes me proud and it also shames me. I can be light or vortex. I don’t know of a middle ground.
There was:
Me
And Stephanie
And a girl up north
And another one in Mexico
All of us
Simultaneously in love
With the same boy
All of us
Under the impression
That he loved us back
But he
Was only hoarding
Sweet words and kisses
To make up for the famine
He endured in his childhood
It wasn’t personal
These kind of
Tragedies
Never are
