urmomluvskat

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close… not even a little bit… not even at all.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close… not even a little bit… not even at all.

sigourney-beaver

Heartbreak opens onto the sunrise

For even breaking is opening

And I am broken

I am open

Broken to the new light without

pushing in

Open to the possibilities within

pushing out

See the love shine in through my

cracks

See the light shine out through me?

I am broken

I am open

I am Broken Open

See the love-light shining through

me

Shining through my cracks

Through the gaps

My Spirit takes journey

My Spirit takes flight

Could not have risen otherwise

And I am not Running

I am Choosing

Running is not a Choice

From the Breaking

Breaking is freeing

Broken is freedom

I am not broken

I am free.

Pariah (via sigourney-beaver)