Cracks are not always weakness. A life lived accrues in the cracks.
— Hannibal
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
— Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via 5000letters)

(via jeanetteleblanc)

The Sixth Year Apparition

In the guiltless hour
between
    sleeping
and waking,

I forget to remember
your collusion
with Death.

Your
ethereal understudy
treads heavily
on my   latent
    consciousness—

the weight
of cold footsteps

bruising
  the callous interior
of my skull.

This remnant of you,

   his facial contours
   blurred,
dark,

once concrete,

   bleeding
into my delusion,
making me
Memory’s fool.

This visitor
imparts on me his
enigmatic truth

     without a word:

My reality is
no longer written
on bones

   or skin,
where only the
ink
of your blood
made sense.

Within
this stifling scope,

you still exist—

  a brutal miracle.


I gasp,

a desperate

    waking—

caught between a lavish,
frightened dream
and prodigal nightmare.

[He is too flawless,
and his exit is too clean.]

∞ Lo Elizabeth

(Source: protagonistpages)