Blue Jellyfish

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

…recite the list
of what you’ve learned to do without.
It is stronger than prayer.

I wanted to be with him forever. I marveled at how such a monumental realization can unfold in an instant and change every single thing in your life.

I slice oranges in the kitchen.
The countertop worn, notched
with the story of the knife.

I’ve been reading Ovid’s “The Cure for Love.”
You circle my waist with your arms —
kiss the back of my neck.
I remember who we were —
the girl and boy on the front porch
cooling our heels on our way
to the grave.
We believed we could make something
in the dark.

A heart is a fragile thing, that’s why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do.

If you swear you’re giving up on love, that’s when it hits you the hardest. I guess resistance creates intensity. I think love’s gonna smack you over the head —or wherever it smacks you— no matter what you do.

But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’

It’s not about who you’ve been with, it’s about who you end up with. Sometimes the heart doesn’t know what it wants until it finds what it wants.

Everything about him made her long for something she had never known.

You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.