“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
– Christopher Poindexter
If you think that I didn’t try to be the type of girl who would listen to your heartbeat and interpret what you need, you are wrong.
It’s true that I grew up afraid of sharing a bed and whispering I love you’s before going to sleep, but with you I was willing to learn and I was willing to try again and again.
If you think I don’t know love, you are wrong. I grew up with people who loved, differently but intensely, I was loved by the heart and I was loved by the head, and I have loved back, and I love you, I have loved you by all the ways I know how. Continue reading “I Tried My Best”
“Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
– Marc Hack
“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”
“Whatever you do, never run back to whatever broke you.”
Some days you are a drought
And some, you are a storm
A tempest. A blizzard. A meteor swarm.
For nights I held you nigh
Tonight, I am just torn
Alone. Confused. A shattered art form.
The whole concept of “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger” should be up for a discussion, my dear Nietzsche . No, what doesn’t kill us leaves us cracked. After it has passed, you’ll never be the same again, in one way or another. Fixing it may be as beautiful as it gets, all Kintsungi, golden lining on every corner. A crack is a crack nonetheless. After many, after years, it weakens and weakens, until one day, it all becomes a beautiful mess, a vase in pieces spilling its contents around.
There is some fascinating disturbance in repairing broken objects. How come we never try to repair broken people?