do not compare yourself to her
she is beautiful
you are beautiful
you both are two different kinds of beautiful
you can’t compare the sun to the moon
and you shouldn’t
so when you see that woman
you say “god bless her” and “god bless me”
and keep it moving, love.
Do not fall in love with people like me
I will take you to museums, parks, and monuments
And kiss you in every beautiful place,
So that you can never go back to them
Without tasting me
Like blood in your mouth
I will destroy you in the most beautiful
Way possible, and when I leave
You will finally understand
Why storms are named after people.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
This is the first shoot of the photo series. I’m still in the process of deciding on other fruit options and trying to figure out how to open that coconut.
Took a detox bath last night, then proceeded to fall into the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time. My dreams were vivid.
In one of them, I introduced a new love interest to my family. Afterward, he and I took a walk, and he asked me what they thought of him.
I said, “My mother thinks you’re quiet. Too quiet for me. She always envisioned me with someone outgoing. A conversationalist.”
He asked me if I thought she was right.
I shook my head no, slipped my hand up his shirt and rubbed his back. His skin was smooth and dark. I never saw his face.