Things will break,
and you can glue them
back together
but there will always be cracks,
there will always be weaknesses.
You will throw away your youth
into a monster that
consumes your body
in return for a silent mind.
You will spend the rest
of your life
apologizing. Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew Before. (via michellekpoems)
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I have built a home
for you
in my heart;
just know
the door may
not always be open,
but it will always
be unlocked. Michelle K., To You, It’s Always to You. (via michellekpoems)
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To be fucked
is wonderful,
but oh,
to be truly loved
with hands and heart.
No one really
wants to be had
just for a night. Michelle K., I Didn’t Want Us to End. (via michellekpoems)
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I have a
dull ache
in my head;
I have a
dull ache
in my heart.
Both of them
remind me
of you. Michelle K., Headache and Heartache. (via michellekpoems)
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I need
someone to love me
in all of my forms.
To find passion
in the dirty, gory bits.
To sing lullabies
to my anxieties.
To celebrate
in my truths.
Until then,
I will do it myself. Michelle K., Loving Yourself is a Political Statement. (via michellekpoems)
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I have learned
that you cannot
love
a woman like a
little girl,
nor can you
expect
a boy
to act like a man. Michelle K., Inspired By Sassy Rihanna Tweets. (via michellekpoems)
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michellekpoems:

You may judge me for being soft and sensitive and emotional

but I know if I died tomorrow

everyone who is significant to me

would know exactly how I felt about them.

Tell me, can you say the same?

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There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)

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The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart’s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt. (via suchvodka)

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jesusinc:

I love sunglasses, am I looking at that tree? Am I staring at your dick? Who knows!

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