I will always love you, but I am not God. I will sometimes hurt you, because I am not God.
The Garden If no one loves her Please, love you Even if she’s a wreckage Or lost, in a predetermined path Or broken, by a perfect love Or loved, by your sacrificial loneliness Please, build her Even when you have no stone Or judge her abysmal tombstone Or her nothingness collapses your passion Water her azaleas Out of frozen concrete From sublime bottles No one full, ever knew how to fill. Jenim Dibie
But in me are cities built on the graves of dead butterflies, And every day feels like a funeral, For the things that cannot be.
I am the broken sky, you are my rain.
We walked out, we counted on the rain to wash the pain away. We came in, the pain washed the rain away.
Sometimes you don’t need to be anything. Sometimes being is enough.
I want laughter and kisses and love and you.
You were the safety of land, I was the wild freedom of the ocean.
Would you come back if I turned my tears into hurricanes and named them after you?
You still have my heart. Return it when you can.
No one full, ever knew how to fill.
The world is full of beautiful places. Let your heart be one of them.
A moment where heaven kisses earth and time is left to float away.
Be my rose, I’d be your rain.
