1. It’s like her body makes forgiveness
the way mine makes blood.
The way it flows from her when she’s injured
2. She says “There is no such thing as destiny
There is nothing you can’t control.”
But she is wrong. She is so, so wrong.
3. I choke on my secrets. I show her my scars.
She says “Memories, are like family,
you can always walk away.” (She hasn’t
seen her father since high school)
4. She’s one of those anarchists
that’s really just hopeful.
Revolutionaries that in their hearts
are still children with tree branch swords.
Deep down, she believes the world is perfectible.
― On Loving An Optimist (via colinfirth)