let me tell you a love story
that was never written down.

the kind of song you don’t hear
the poem you don’t read.

was a telescope
pointed toward the heavens
and sang the blues like it could close the hole in her soul.

and he
was an amalgamation of broken heartstrings,
patched up pieces of rusted iron
meant to make a man.

they met and the sparks that flew could have lit the milky way
like opposite ions they formed a bond
with little knowledge on how it could be broken.

(if it could be broken)

knew him before his hand first touched her shoulder
drawn to his fire
like weary travelers seek warmth in the cold.

looked at her and saw the stars she would one day sit amongst
and fell in love with the nebulas he found in the freckles on her cheeks

she crashed into him like waves on a shore
and he caught her up in his arms
the way that great cliffs do with storms
and held her tight against the winds that threatened
to tear her apart

was a writer, and a poet, and a singer
and gave him her words and her love and her heart

was a builder, and a carver, and a worker
and gave her pieces of himself he had rebuilt
to be suitable for her to hold.

he held her in the way that a giant holds a bird with a broken wing
with all the tenderness he could muster
careful not to ruffle bent and beaten feathers
and she wrapped her arms around him
in the steady way
that a mother holds her newborn child.

loved him the way sisters love brothers
and long-lost friends love favorite trees
ever-present in the background of lives that were lived on

loved her in the way that flowers love the sun
ever eager for more
ever needing her light.

for every heart he carved out of rock and stone
there were flowers left on his doorstep
for every night spent cold and alone
there were whispers in the wind that sounded like promises

was a carefree piece of love
dancing away on the backs of breezes and young men
with blood on their knuckles
and pain in their hearts

was an architect
tasked with building dreams
and kept busy by the thoughts he brought to life

they fit together like two pieces of a long-lost puzzle
like childhood friends, instead of arranged marriages
and when all the metaphors and similes
had been used up
her hand was still cradled gently
in his

a wiser hephaestus, a kinder aphrodite, by Bast Sorge (via hidinglions)

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"How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head."Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via poetrist)

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all posts after 2am and before 7am shall be forgiven.

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sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean

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"we found each other
when we weren’t looking
like a rainbow in the morning,
we didn’t know it had rained
until we dragged ourselves
out of bed and looked up at the sky.

and when we met it was because
neither of us wanted to be seen,
when we crossed each others paths
we were both staring at the grooves
in the pavement wondering where
all the flowers had gone.

we found each other the way
the wind scatters seeds across the earth -
we fell between the cracks,
but we never expected to blossom."
Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)

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"This is why we
never worked,
you said that silence
was the closest thing
you knew to peace
and there was nothing
you wanted more than
someone to share
that with; so I wrapped
my heart in all the
words I wished I
could say and gave
it to you, still bleeding
and warm, hoping
you would understand,
but you never did.

I think you said something
about how all you ever
wanted was some peace
but there was a war
inside my heart;
you said that you
could tell by
how loudly it beat."
 Pavana पवन   (via

3 days ago · 447 notes

"I spend more time
with words
than I do with myself;
they know me better."
 Pavana पवन (via

3 days ago · 151 notes

"we all have different
forms of hell,
but you have always
been my favorite."
 Pavana पवन (via

3 days ago · 299 notes

"A woman’s body
is a burning book."
Pavana पवन (via

3 days ago · 194 notes

"Find me now. Before someone else does."Haruki Murakami, 1Q84  (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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