The half-filled boxes of my life for you; only you


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MAYBE I AM NOT THE MAD ONE, AND IT IS THE WORLD THAT HAS BEEN MAD ALL ALONG.

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The Cheers jingle captures the main loss I feel from graduating college; I lose the small-town feel of the college campus and the familiar faces I see day in and day out:

Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot
Wouldn’t you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name
And they’re always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same

You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name
You wanna go where people know
People are all the same
You wanna go where everybody knows
Your name

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I love this a lot.
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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

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Mouthful of Forevers – Clementine von Radics (via colporteur)

(Source: februarypoem, via lroojwrms)