“I Wrote Poetry, I Befriended The Ghosts Inside”

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Imagine lending books to someone and they sent you flowers pressed in between the pages.

Jung’s architecture of the psyche

Eugene Taylor, The Mystery of Personality

Babyboy

I really try to have my love be a fire. Not just a little spark no. I want to engulf you in love. I want you to feel the warmth on your worst days. I want to ignite you with love. A love you can feel, a love you can taste, making it tangible, something you can wrap yourself in when everything else in your world is falling apart and you have no where else to turn or you will be spinning. I want to ground you with love. Something to sooth your wandering mind. Something you don’t have to search for or ask for i give it to you freely. Without strings or expectations. Without anything but tender pure raw love for you.

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

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That's it. That's their friendship.

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3