Possum Heart

I am so careful with 
your heart. 
You are so reckless with 
mine. 
I wonder, 
when I am drunk, 
if that says more 
about me 
or you.  

I think it screams 
run, 
run, 
run, 
but all I hear is 
stay, 
stay, 
stay.  

I wouldn’t know how 
to be held close. 
I wouldn’t know how 
to be touched gently.
I wouldn’t know how
to be loved 
completely. 

Life taught me how
to lay down and die. 
Your love 
taught me how to play
dead. 

This is not a poem.
It just a list of 
instructions
I will leave behind, 
for the next person,
on how to get out of 
your heart
alive. 

girlvswhale

mschainsaw:

im andy dwyer

Reasons To Be Happy:

1. Dead trees still stand and so can you.
2. You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you. 
3. Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.

There’s always a reason.