I Didn’t Know This Is What Love Looks Like: Truth, Acceptance, Devotion, You Were My Moonlight. I Love
I didn’t know this is what love looks like: truth, acceptance, devotion, you were my moonlight. I love like no other, honey gold eyes. My Muse. I wanna steal the sky for you, give you the world. I dream of you and of what it could’ve been. I’m proud of you, though. There’s a lot to learn from you, my muse, the living embodiment of my mantra, but I was too naive to see it. I wasn’t ready for you. At least I was impartial enough to see you deserve better. Low vibrational, I was I was. So brief and short lived by God, did you mark me. This loss is so familiar, must’ve lasted eons,hell how I long for you, I’ll long for you for more eons. To mould our universes into one. Your honey gold eyes forever ingrained in my mind, you were my Frida I see myself in you, my mantra, embodiment of femininity, sapphic love and much more. Forever believe we could’ve been so much more than we could ever possibly imagine. you and I, a statement. A revolution like no other, it tasted like one the very first time our lips met, honey gold eyes. I could swear even Cupid envied us. I envy anyone who is lucky enough to lay their eyes on your honey gold eyes. These are words I never thought I could write, feelings I never thought I could feel. I long for you with every breath I take. My honey gold eyes.
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me to myself: be calm
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Frida Kahlo and Chavela Vargas
“i like every person i meet. for like 17 days. after that either they expect too much or give too little. expectations and expectations and some more. it’s not like they like me indefinitely. shall i put in the effort and emotion to get to know them beyond their superficial layers and see the love and the hurt and the humanity in them when they are just going to stop caring about my existence perhaps at day 67 or 172? Shall i pacify the devil inside them when it will laugh at my attempts when they walk away at day 213? shall i? or shall i just shut up and go to sleep.”
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life is like the short flash of lightning
so bright it is blinding my eyes
and if i blink the spectacle has already disappeared
i only see it when it’s over and i close them
the flash burned blue into my pupils
the thunder a bitter aftertaste
like always i wish
to have kept my eyelids open
and truly see for once
that spectacle that is life
Through sunny days and shadowy nights. Through the mornings filled with mourning and those evenings lit up by moonbeams. Through the ups and downs, through all sights and sounds. I want you there. I want to take this journey with you.
J.c.A
Source.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
God is the only reason I made it this far.
