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i can still feel your fingers on my back. i was scared. i'm sorry.

And when they asked me if I knew you, I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine.

frida kahlo to marty mcconnell | marty mcconnell

leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. and you are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

the uses of sorrow | mary oliver

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

The Broken Heart | John Donne

And now as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more.

How I wish you could see the potential The potential of you and me It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language you can’t read just yet

When I think of nothing I think of you.

"I looked in all the places you aren’t. I just can’t find the places you are. I only know that you are where I am not."