

I am not yours, not lost... your ribs follow the curves of a hawk's talons,I am not yours, not lost... by ~maria-tulfe
cradling your heart in a way that questions
whether love is too much or not enough.


when it is midnight, remember:when it is midnight, by ~maria-tulfe
i love you.
remember i will hold
your folded body as if it were a paper boat.
remember you can always
write me a letter. address it
to anonymous. put your whole
heart in it, struggling yet
alive.
above all, remember
mostly this:
life is transient,
but we are not. if we bury our toes
into damp soil along with the people
who leave us behind,
you and i
become no more than trees.