I saw a quote today from someone named Azra T. – who I think, from my brief Internet searches, is a student and a poet in the UK. I was going to post it on Twitter, but then I found more quotes (maybe they’re full poems; it’s hard to tell), and now I’m a little overwhelmed because they’re tear-inducingly beautiful.
I’ll show you:
“I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.”
And this one, which might be my favorite:
“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.”
And then this one:
“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’”
Aren’t they beautiful? This is how people should love – intensely, but without expectation. Respectful of each other’s autonomy, but without fear.
And then there’s this one, which I also love:
“I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology. I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that.'”