It’s what you deserve to hear; that you’re whole, that you’re worth loving, that you’re the best person I’ve ever known.
it’s been four years and i haven’t
written a single poem, my boyfriend
asks if this is how i’ve always been,
he describes me as a wildfire, i
laugh and wear lipstick and buy
expensive perfumes and drink
champagne and let electricity spill
from my wrists like oil, i vacuum
two, three - sometimes four times
a day, my therapist says that’s not
a healthy way of dealing with loss
but i tell him that neither are pills,
sometimes he asks me about you,
i say you tasted like the sun and
touched me like i was the moon, it’s
all very sad, you know? the entire
dying part? it’s all very sad, i say,
some days i don’t want to get up,
on Sundays i watch the clock, i cook
potatoes and steak for dinner, he tells
me he likes my dresses and my pink
lipstick and especially when i read
him poetry, i don’t feel guilty when
he thinks they’re about him, i do feel
guilty that they’re always about you
found this today! i did this when i was in high school. it’s a drawing of noah and allie from the notebook. the two are drawn with the words “if you’re a bird, i’m a bird” over and over, and the background has a few quotes from the movie. done in a felt pen.
1,000 more notes. dang.
I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.