Unfinished Masterpiece

dappertranarchy:

was gonna carve your name into my wrist
so my pulse could kiss you

was gonna love you so well

i’d wake every morning
and tell you things like this…
bliss is the moments you’re with me
when your gone my life hurts like hell
but i’ll do anything to make you happy
even if it means setting you free

to be with someone else 

 

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I spent this weekend so angry over something I have known for months.

You are undoubtedly the most amazing partner anyone could have. I regret that I could not be the person to make you happy. I will forever be grateful for the short time we had together.

And if there is one person on this planet who deserves to be your partner, you have found her. 

I wish I could find a way to tell you that I’ve stopped being an angry person. My voice is softer. I’ve stopped using my words as blunt objects to strike at those around me. But that seems too much like trying to woo you. I wish I could tell you that losing you has made me a better man. That maybe if I could take the person that I am now back in time to the day that we met, that things would have been different. But we both know that’s a lie. I take those who care most for me for granted. Try as I might to change that, it is my greatest, most defining flaw. 

I have been loved before, and I should I live long enough, I will be loved again. But never so well. 

Here’s to the one that got away. May I never be the type to give chase. 

westofher:

Andrea Gibson performs “Yellowbird”

The way Frida Kahlo, in the prison of her own body,

had whole years when she when she could paint nothing but red,

but she painted through the bars in the locked cells of her pores.

The same way saxophones in New Orleans played music underwater,

knowing some of those notes would rise up to the air carrying people
and hope to shore.

elyssaallen:

“A Letter to the Playground Bully, From Andrea, Age 8½” by Andrea Gibson (click through for a transcript, click through for Tumblr)

My friend Eva shared this in our writer’s group on Facebook and I cannot remember the last time I’ve heard or read a more quotable piece.  I am uncertain on what to say other than that I felt every word so fiercely.  So I wanted to share it here because I believe at least one of you will appreciate it as much as I did, especially at this hour.

“‘Cause it is a fact that our hearts stop for a mili-second every time we sneeze, and some people’s houses have too much dust.”

dreamsandactuality:

Andrea Gibson - “Say Yes”