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erwinslevi:

i can’t bet everything on the
way you look at me in the evening
but words — i know about words, about
the language of you and i, and
the power behind whatever is
stuck in your throat

tell me what your hands cannot; explain
your teeth in my shoulder and your palm
against my neck. don’t be so quick to
touch and so slow to speak
i’m just looking for an answer
that isn’t your chest against mine

comfytaire:

Please, my darling, be patient with yourself.
You are not the erratic wind, rushing for the sake of rushing,
And you are not the tide, being forced back and forth by the pull of another.
You are the seed, who must endure all that nature has to offer
And allow yourself to grow slowly,
As you become stronger and taller
In your own time.
You may lose your leaves for a season, your fruit may be taken for a while,
But slowly, they will return and you will be as full of life as ever.
But please, my darling, be patient with yourself.

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