29.
— 10:40 pm 125 notes
To my love, the riverbed:
When the rains come,
flood me
with all that you are.
Zeit, by Lina Scheynius
Those Things
— 9:58 pm 6 notes
He told me that he
couldn’t kiss things that
were burning. Said that
he didn’t know how to
love anyone whose light
shined brighter then his,
but didn’t hesitate, when
Day climbed into her bed for
the evening, to press
his fingers in my hips and
lift me, so that the sky could
consume my every part.
He said I was something like
a star. That I was the type
people wished upon, believed in.
He keeps saying I glisten, that if
I get in the right spot, the world
could see me, even the city
kids who never stop looking for
light will find me, But I don’t know
how be those things.
Summer Queens
— 7:05 pm 48 notes
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
lingering around. No one ever wins
those type of fights, she told me.
Summer is too pushy.
Summer Queens
— 1:12 pm 48 notes
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
lingering around. No one ever wins
those type of fights, she told me.
Summer is too pushy.
Summer Queens
— 1:50 am 48 notes
Summer called me last
night talkin’ ‘bout
how she on her way over.
Told me to clean up all
the spring out my house,
Said she ain’t too keen
with the scent that spring leaves
everywhere and that I ought
to pack away all my autumn
I got left, cause she don’t
play all that. She said,
she can’t kiss anyone who still
has the breath of their last lover
lingering around. No one ever wins
those type of fights, she told me.
Summer is too pushy.
