"the thing about relationships is that you are either going to break up or get married. And honestly, I don't know which one scares me more." -excerpt from a book I'll never write #354
"the details of dying are sad and grinding: breathing and waiting and breathing and waiting. The body, brilliant machine, knows how and when to close up shop." –lets take the long way home, Gail Caldwell
"I wanna fall in love with a dork. A dork that I can have random squirt gun fights with , someone I can watch movies with then throw a grape at their face and have them pretend to get angry and tackle me. I want to both go to the grocery store and sit in the cart while we push each other around, or throw things in it and pretend it's a basketball hoop. I want to fall in love with someone that I can have fun with not for a day, but my entire life. I want someone I can stumble through life with, while laughing the whole time." –tumblr user
"you didn't have to do anything to make me fall for you. I didn't fall for you because of what you could or couldn't do for me. I fell for you simply because you were unapologetically yourself. I fell for your beautiful soul and big heart. I love you for everything that you are and everything that you're not. You're so perfectly flawed, but also perfectly you."
"I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can't find the right words." –Franz Kafka, November 1912
"we revisit old feelings for the same reason we re-read books –comfort in words familiar even though we know the ending."
"maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love isn't just the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce- love looks older now, but maybe just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays. Maybe love cant. Maybe love shouldn't.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, "welcome, make yourself comfortable." If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, "thank you for stopping by."" –sarah kay & phil kaye
Her
You talk about her as if she hung the stars in the sky. I bet she thinks you're quite the guy.
I bet she's made of sugar and spice and something that's nice but I can't place what that might be.
Could be her smile or her hair or that sweet laugh of hers. Maybe it's her jokes or the shyness that follows them. It might be the eyes of an angel that she has.
Whatever it is, it must be nice. Because she seems like sugar and spice.
-m. a. k.
YOU ARE READING
poems for the lonely people like me
PoesíaI was looking for a book from the library about poems for people who are lonely because I, just like you probably are, am lonely. Since I am not an outstanding poet myself, most of these are poems/short stories that I found while scrolling through...
