38/365 : for aquarius, who's tired of bearing the water for thirsty men

break shit.
rage.

feel all the ways that it's not okay
that love was ever kept from you

tell the truth.

of his selfishness, and her fear
of his pain, and her brain
that couldn't quite turn that broken boy into a man

it's as sad as your secret fear
that you might not ever feel
       real love      pulse
long and hard
from thought
to mouth
to body
and above

that they might all be
too sharp
and dangerous
or dull and
shapeless

to bring a simple glass of water
to your simple thirsty lips

listen.
it's as simple as this:

next time you climb the
mountain of love
do it with someone
who's not in a rush

examine his hands before you leave
ask him what he's willing to carry

ask him to carry more
ask him to carry it all