Month: March 2015

What am I do?

I have unpacked my love for you so many times. Unpacked and unthreaded and threw it out my window. What was I supposed to do? You have hands like tornados and calm seas. What was I to do to? Your lips are like a rainy morning with my music on.

What was I supposed to do? When the morning comes and the sun rises, this love climbs up my window and cries to be let back in. It threads itself up and finds the corners of my prayers.

What am I going to do?

Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.” ― Nayyirah Waheed