I cannot pretend to write for anyone but myself. This account is for such useless literary prattle.
is my main account.
If you think she does not love herselfand that your job is to show her how it's done,If you think she does not love herself by everystupidstar
the best way to do it is to leave her alone.
SophiaTe amo...lo siento.Sophia by everystupidstar
I've no words to describe you really.
Save for a fountain of adjectives escaping my lips: linda, milagrasa, et cetera.
Or better yet, a milagro rubia tumbling across riverbeds and into my arms.
Nature does you no justice.
Your hair, corn silk on a summer's day.
Your eyes, robins' eggs flecked with brown and glinting with the last shreds of sunlight.
Take my hand and we'll dance with wild abandon in the fields and I'll hold you close to my heart.
And we'll sway like branches in the wind, scattering insecurities like flower petals.
They'll blow away and you'll blow away if I'm not careful.
So, excuse my fingers on your thigh.
I'm doing my best to hold us together.
And oh, I love you. For that, I am sorry.
Porque me equivoqué muchas veces.
Fragile Magpie MoonsIt's only spring when you first wake up,Fragile Magpie Moons by TwilightPoetess
two magpies and the dull ache of menstrual cramps
tapping on. Death's window
sleeps in all our bones,
a dripping water faucet.
Brittle things--like love,
a jar of not-quite-nothing--
small and fragile and ours
are the presences we carry
while running from the moon.
Come Stop Your Crying, It Will Be AlrightShe says she's no good with words, but I'm worse--Come Stop Your Crying, It Will Be Alright by TwilightPoetess
I threw our rings into a box.
Livin' my life in a slow hell;
one day, one night, one moment.
You know, it tears me up inside
if all of my life, I try and I try.
What's her car doing outside his house?
One devotion to an empty moment.
Sunday morning when the paper comes,
circling her, circling her, circling her head;
listen to her heart.
The walls between her and I?
They've come to witness the beginning.