Kelly Peacock

Even though I actively tell myself, “Relax. You’re safe,” there is a part of my brain that says “Tense up. You’re in danger.”

Every person who you believed was the one for you will bury themselves into a distilled memory the way they’re supposed to like the way dust settles into the nooks and crannies of our pockets.

The fact of the matter is that healing is supposed to hurt. It’s your heart’s way of telling you “I’m getting better. We’ll be alright.”

If they make you believe in something beautiful and that all the heartache and longing was worth it–tell them.

You know that feeling when you take a cold shower after being out in the sun all day? That’s what this hydrating gel feels like.

He becomes shapeless in my mind
the way all past lovers do after they’ve had enough of me. 

As badly as you believe in what could be, it’s the longing that keeps you apart.

I think I love you, I say, and he turns on the gaslight. 

Right now, love isn’t in the cards for you, and that’s okay. Something greater and more beautiful than you could ever imagine is on its way to greet you.

Those big, beautiful things you want most in your life are going to come to you unexpectedly, and until then, appreciate the little moments that make you believe in the power of hope.

Please remember that just because it’s not in the palm of your hands doesn’t mean it’s not at your fingertips.

Maybe that’s all we were–two people, trying to make sense of things, conflating with silent, tender desires.