The truth is,
we don’t get to choose who we fall for. They may mistreat us, ignore us or hurt us, but we stay with them. Why? It’s not because we’re stupid or we enjoy getting hurt, It’s because we can see the good in them, it’s because despite all the arguments, they are the ones who make us feel a certain way that no one else can & we value that feeling, & because our brains won’t allow them to leave our minds, & our hearts won’t allow them to leave our lives.
I’m not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don’t prefer one “strain” to another.
I’d have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind.
I want to be at least as alive as the vulgar. And if some aficionado of my mess says “That’s not like Frank!,” all to the good! I don’t wear brown and grey suits all the time, do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart—you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
We’re all addicted to something that kills us one way or another.
Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
One day, you’ll feel empty while pursuing your goals or your dreams. On those days, just remember the warmth of the people who encouraged you and believed in you. Surely, you’ll be able to keep pushing forward no matter what.