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" I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.


Lately it’s been hard to live in my body.
My heart is full of skeletons. My palms
are bleeding from clinging to a love like
like the sharp edge of a knife.

But you kiss me like forgiveness. You
hold me like I’m hope. Like a promise to
leave more than scars. Your arms are gauze.
Loving you heals me.


- Clementine von Radics, “Bodily” (via larmoyante)

Masaaki Miyazawa, The Cat Ladies

" I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.


1. I knew how it felt to love someone with a heart
like the sharp edge of a knife, but I still I pulled out
the whetstone

2. I wanted you to bend, wanted you small enough
to close my fist around. I wanted to be certain you
could never get away.

3. I knew there was someone else, but I started looking
through your pockets for proof I was wrong.

4. I threw a wine glass across the kitchen like a
fastball, we both stood and stared at the shattered
glass, proof that good people do terrible things.

5. I said “I love you” when I meant something much
more specific, I should have said “Please don’t leave
me, I’m afraid to sleep alone”


- What I Did Instead Of Saying Goodbye To You (via clementinevonradics)

Skeleton shopping for medical students.