You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.
He said, ‘You can’t be a poet, you’re too tender. You’d never be able to stand the blows it takes to tell another’s story.’ He paused. ‘And besides that, you don’t have a poet’s touch. You burn me. You scratch me. You leave gaping holes in me whenever you look at me. You’re not soft enough to be a poet. The noise in your head has to be turned down first.’
I yawned. Looked out the window. Considered tenderly pushing him out of it. ‘So, what can a mess like me be?’
'Well,' he began steadily, like this was the introduction to some grand speech he had practiced in the mirror, ‘Lucky for you I love you too much to let you go, so even with your flaws, you can be mine.’
I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come. He had his hands outstretched towards me, waiting for me to take them and laugh with him about my flaws all the way back to his place.
This was it. My fairytale. Prince charming was a wolf in a secondhand suit, licking his fangs at me in a rundown diner. And here I realized, as I excused myself to ‘powder my nose’, and then slipped out the side door, my worn slippers hitting the concrete faster than ever before, that perhaps I am not a damsel in distress, looking to be saved. Maybe I am the villain. The obstacle. Maybe every prince has been taught to save me from myself. Or maybe, just maybe, I am not a character that has been written before. Maybe no woman has. We are too multi-faceted, too real. We have circling wants that cannot be shoved into two hours and have a happy ending slapped on them. Maybe the stories are not telling enough.
Maybe it’s up to me.
I Woke Up With This Poem In My Head | Lora Mathis (via soggypoetry)
I was so proud of this when it was at 666, now what do I have to look forward to? (Jk, thank you so much)
I absolutely love this.
Find life experiences and swallow them whole. Travel. Meet many people. Go down some dead ends and explore dark alleys. Try everything. Exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life.
is there like financial aid for concert tickets
yeah, but your parents have to be in a certain tax bracket in order to qualify.
Sorry it has been so long since my last update. To be honest, its been a while since I have had anything really exciting to update on. The last three weeks my days have been spent stuck in class and my nights stuck at home reading and working on papers for said class. This development course will be the death of me, mark my words. We only have 2 1/2 weeks left here in Rwanda and then we all go home. Its bitter sweet, I’m looking forward to being back in the states but I’m really going to miss it here.