we're all a little bit different. but there's something kind of fantastic about that, isn't there?
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.Warsan Shire
(via yourguttersoul)
(Source: teamfreewolf)
habibti, you do not deserve it but
you will be loved in fragments and fractions
until you no longer look like yourself
until your mouth is just the shape of his quiet name
oh my little girl
rip him out of your body
you come from a long line of women;
forgetting is the hardest thing in the world,
remember that.Warsan Shire
— Charles Bukowski (via pen-sieve)
(Source: goodreads.com, via pen-sieve)

(Source: architectural)
I loved him though he was unsure, hushing my fears with his giant whispers, till’ I could stop my crying. Oh, he walked out the front door taking all of his “I love you’s” because he just could not afford, the interest rate rising. But I wish I knew from the start, that you were always going to break my heart. And now I forfeit my right, and beg God for peace just to sleep through the night, just to let it go.