Category: Love
Everything I know, I know because of love – (Tolstoy)
All Along
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.
– Rumi (tr.Coleman Barks)
Better Days
Beclouded
I resent you for bringing out these feelings:
I was better off without them.
You have evicted me from myself;
banished me to a semi-autonomous region;
to a statelessness beclouded
by fear of regret.
Hope…
Quiet
the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.
– Charles Bukowski
Map of the Open Country of a Woman’s Heart
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