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every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.
I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.
anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong.  (via ha-n)

I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in town

Is anything wrong?
I miss you.
574-7423

The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?

Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.

The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love, Ronald Koertge (via marisais)
We are not supposed to disappear inside of loss or love. Someone should have told me that sooner.

 ”Seven”, Caitlyn Siehl

(via lilbirddreams)

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