“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.”—“You Are Jeff” — Richard Siken (via natbrack)
Not when you cradled me into your arms and said nothing, because nothing is what had bloomed inside of me, so beautiful and empty, and you found it growing inside you too, and Not when we clutched at each other, noticing the silence in us both.
day old blues. what to make of them? why does heartache have to occur when you least desire it? although no one ever wants it. love is a rough thing! when you trust your heart to guide you, it only sometimes lets you down.