You broke a fragile heart

But I need to remember

Reality isn’t as sharp as the pieces I’ve become

well rested was I

when I lived in the sky,

but now that I fell,

I’m sleepy in hell

The first time a boy called me beautiful,
it felt soft against my skin,
like the midnight air and flushed chill of our cheeks
existed outside of time.
Like no one could touch us.
That night, I felt invincible.

The first time a boy told me he loved me,
it didn’t feel soft;
it felt like the ocean, crashing against an unready shore
and I couldn’t catch my breath.
I’ve never been a good swimmer.
I’m still catching my breath.

It is so much easier to be beautiful
than it is to be loved.

— love has started to taste like salt // p.s.

Can you recommend any good writing blogs to follow?

rmeisel:

Oh god so many. And I will probably forget a ton but here we go:

@colubrina @illuminosity @svcredstars @empyrreal @lhzthepoet @disillusionist9 @discardedtwigs @pushkins @lxcuna @boykeats @metvmorqhoses @nehmesis