he greeted me
with a smile
that melted my
bulletproof heart (enclosed in a brick palace
with guards who held swords, guns,
anything that would inflict some sort of damage)
into a pool of sin
laced with kerosene & pulled dreams from
the bottom of a dank wishing well
dreams of a happy place
a man and a woman
smiles a plenty creeping
across the face

but everything was twisted convoluted
screwed up like a knot you can’t untie
lies spilled from his lips
like a mess of boiling water & foam from overcooking

and happiness was a thousand-mile
plane ride away among perfect white clouds
away from my life—

he set me on fire the first chance he got.

i survived on two breaths
to tell you i’d never
stop

(abrupt pause that took your breath away
for a moment in time)

loving you

and the last thing i would ever see
tears zigzagging down your face
as you shook your head no over and over again

and they fell onto my cold cheeks

waiting

always burned my tongue 
on hot liquids,
froze my mind with
icy cream & slushes
tap tap tap my pencil, my fingers,
anything on table tops
to pass the time
as i was waiting

but i waited for you

never thinking that time
would stop and
lead me to you

because i’ve been
waiting 21 years to live and love
but was only consciously
waiting for six months
for you when old love failed
& it was only nine years from when i
learned what a prince charming was

i waited for you

and brainfreeze
& the tongue burns
were worth it all

They were careless people, Tom & Daisy— they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

They were careless people, Tom & Daisy— they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

(via moriarty)

Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.

Haruki Murakami, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via kaennomai)

(via magnifiquementtragique)