When love fades retreat to books, poetry especially. Run to words that rip into emotions and they will run their fine line-work like stitch-work across the tearing in your chest. Run to lines of wisdom and stone that hit hard and speak for your heart because you’ve become too weak to speak for my own. Run to stories that contain images of you within the spaces, to authors that have already stood in those places and taken the pain so that you don’t have to anymore. Books take care of you. They are a bit like connective tissue, you are the bone and they provide the road to the muscle that will keep you moving. Moving back towards the places and times when you were happiest. When you come across poetry that is hiding in a sea of prose, it will remind you of when you first saw her face amongst all those other people. You go back and read it several times because nothing has ever caught you so off guard, nothing has ever seemed so lovely. Poetry does this. Then there is that moment when you finally unlock a poem. This moment is similar to discovering the symmetry in you and your lover’s body. It’s been there all along, how are you just discovering this now? A good poem, it’s like biting down into a her shoulder, it’s like sucking on her neck, it’s like tugging on her lips, it’s like finding your bodies in a knot and thinking to yourself how you may never find yourselves in this position again. If you have to run, run to books, poetry especially, because the last thing you should ever do is forget her. https://youtube/watch?v=pUOZ6Cty1zU
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 05:56:10 +0000
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