Lifediaryofann - Ann

Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

Don't turn someone warm & fuzzy into a cold mess.

“I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I’ve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.”

— Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems; “I loved you before I was born”

better things are coming

“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”

— Ryn Weaver

I tried to asseverate

the state of my heart,

I asked you to be gentle with it,

but you intervened,

tugged me close,

and kissed me mad.

Now I bleed your name

and your sight is out of reach.

I spend my days looking for the moon in the broad daylight.

I've lost all sense of clarity.

You should've let me complete my sentence,

before you kissed me,

because now you cannot kiss me without tasting your name on my lips.

-Anneshwa

Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw 

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if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health

August. My birth month. August, the month of heavy pours. August, the month of misty mountains. August, the month of most gorgeous sunsets.

August.