when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
For her I bend but for you I break.
I got my very first ARC of Colters’ Gift by Maya Banks last year. I was and still very excited. Never had any before so.. Eeeeeep.
Just finished My Mad Fat Diary. Both seasons. In two days. I know, I know, it’s my fault now I’m in some sort of hangover. I. WANT. MORE. Is there going to be season 3? I really wish there will be because I still find the story unfinished. I want to know more about Liam, I want to see how Chloe cope, I want Archie and of course, I want to see Rae and Finn being a ‘normal’ couple. Because let’s face it, Rae’s kind of bitchy toward Finn, right? Please, please, I want season three. :’)
(ps; my mum think and insist that I look like Rae. Hell, we even have the same hair!)
Gosh, I want my own Finn.