Andrada

“Hell wasn't a major reservoir of evil, any more then Heaven, in Crowley's opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind.”
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

“i want the moon tattooed on my wrists
my grandmother keeps asking me to pray,
i don’t have the heart to tell her that my
poems are the only God i have left in me

my mother keeps leaving without saying goodbye
i wish she’d let me cut my hair in the 7th grade,
maybe i’d know how to deal with loss by now

i told myself i’d stop kissing boys who didn’t know my name
i said, i’d stop picking at my bones like broken decorations,
i’d quit with the smoking and the drunken poems, and when
i said things like “my bones are heavy” i would only mean it
as a good thing


heavy bones can’t be broken,
you can’t break heavy bones”
― irynka

“i don't know when love became elusive
what i know, is that no one i know has it
my fathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open
when your name is a just a hand i can never hold
everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic.

i think of lovers as trees, growing to and
from one another searching for the same light,
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch,
this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until
i begin to resemble every bad memory,
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had.

i ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts

i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.”
― Warsan Shire

“but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Exit West