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Typewriter Poetry #694 by James Andrew Crosby
My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again.
What’s your favorite thing about her?”
“She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly.
Sep 17, 2011
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …enough money within her control to move outand rent a place of her own,even if she never wants to or needs to…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …something perfect to wear if the employer,or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..a youth she’s content to leave behind….
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward toretelling it in her old age….
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …..a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …a feeling of control over her destiny…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…how to quit a job,break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…when to try harder… and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…that she can’t change the length of her calves,the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. whom she can trust,whom she can’t,and why she shouldn’t take it personally…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…where to go…be it to her best friend’s kitchen table..or a charming inn in the woods…when her soul needs soothing…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…a month…and a year…
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.
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