"She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower
and you don’t think you’ve ever seen
anything more beautiful than
the way she walks towards you
with a towel on her head,
water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
and you don’t even notice."
"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return."
Dear Elizabeth →
The first time you made love the bed looked like a crime scene
that no one wanted to investigate, even the boy whose heart you broke.
Elizabeth, two days later you chopped all your hair off with a kitchen knife
and buried it in the backyard beneath the willow tree.
Even now when the wind blows…
The water signs, Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces, are sensitive yet strong. Like water, the slightest ripples can affect them, yet, they are also capable of creating a hurricane.
"Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your now favourite colour."