Expression through Aggression

That Old Ghost of us

girltries:

for a moment I thought I was her
stuck in the glow of you
clinging to the electric warm all knowing light of you
how comfortable she must feel moving back and fourth in the square of yellow light of our old house
drinking hot tea with soy milk and honey and admiring it presently in our old chipped mugs
For a moment I let me feel these things
and feel what it feels like to be a snapshot inside a snapshot of someone else’s ghost.
In that brief amount of moment I thought I was her
But turning around to meet my reflection

Your glow emptied from my body like sugar from their paper packets

I saw only myself and  

and that old ghost of us

forever writin’ bitch poetry

The sun began to rise in a different way. A pink noise fell over the city,

and hymns could be heard over the mountains.The dogs were the first to wander off, leaving behind them a trail of vague foam that fell from their mouths unknowingly.

The earth looked like light snow in a field.

I thought if I dug through the ground I could leave the place that was hovering over me.

Find a kind of darkness where not even hymns could be heard.

Chet Baker - I get along without you very well

waka-flocka-official:

“WHY do you love me?”
“because I came alive when I met you.”

Are you quoting my big fat Greek wedding?

(Source: fettywapsmom)