when you fall in love it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.
it is realizing you have hands.
it is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home
do not spend time wondering if you are the type men will hurt - if he leaves you with a car alarm heart you have learned to sing along.
it is hard
to strop loving the ocean
even after its left you
gasping
salty
so forgive yourself for the decisions that you've made
the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night
and know this
that you are the type of woman
who is searching for a place to call yours
let the statues crumble
you have always been the place.
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it's been a rough, shitty week. please tell me how to not feel.
