“Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.
— Shinji Moon, Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us (via asweethoneybee)
(via inknpapers)Posted 1 year ago
Have you ever had that feeling like close isn’t close enough?
The way it feels is like being there with them, touching each other, just isn’t close enough. You want more. Your lips on theirs, isn’t close enough. Nothing can satisfy this yearning to be this way forever because any farther apart would be devastating.
The way his hands move gently up your body, the feeling you get as he kisses your neck and makes his way up to your lips and for a moment, you feel like everything is right.
Your mind goes blank and all that’s left is joyful ignorance. Ignorance of everything else in the world because it simply doesn’t matter. All that matters is here and now and the look in his eyes. That look he gets as he stares into your eyes and you bite your lip as he leans in for another kiss. That spark you feel as you run your hands up his back, the secure feeling of your head in his hands. The gentleness that assures you that he’s not going anywhere and you’re all he wants. The heartbreak when you realize your time together is coming to an end.
That’s what it feels like to never be close enough. To have that attachment to someone so intimately that he occupies the corners of your mind that come awake as you drift off into a light sleep. You close your eyes and you see his, staring into yours. You remember the times you laughed together right before you lean in for another kiss because there’ll never be enough. Never enough to make you feel done. Never enough to reach the endpoint. And the equilibrium of passions keeps flowing between you two, as you deny reality and live as if you’ll be infinitely one, together."
— Caramel Cianci (via anthrop)Posted 1 year ago