My name's EJ. I am recently 19, and I'm under way too much stress for a 19 year-old girl. Then again, I did join the Navy (I'm an AD, fuckin' aircraft engine mechanic gosh dernit), so that's expected I guess. Maybe I'll do 4 and split, maybe I'll do 8 with 2nd class and my AW wings - can't tell right now, but I'm gonna make the best of it while I'm here, and maybe I'll get myself married. Who's to say!
okay it is like cloudy and rainy and windy and 60 degrees out today
i was sweating from my ears and under my eyes
what the fuck is going ON
just a thought:
i respect the fact that you want to be independent to see if you can make it on your own
but the thing is that two people can be in a relationship without being so completely codependent on each other
my mom and my dad do that, they work two different shifts and my mom frequently takes time for herself since she got laid off, she went to Florida for a week just because she wanted to, and my dad takes days off to relax and be by himself too
i’m just saying that it could still work and we could still be two independent people in a relationship.
seriously i am praying that this is going to work but i’m afraid someone up there has it out for me or just is in a bad mood and will make the opposite occur but hey i’m praying for that too
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.