myawesomespace:

eleanor & park

this book reached in
and made me write bad poetry.

it reminded me of the early days
before the PTSD
ripped the good ones away.
the taste of you,
milky-sour after iced coffee,
constellations of freckles,
listening to Morrissey late
at Marmion's white, sandy beach,
while the moon set vermillion 
and i didn't want to ever go
home because i was home.

this book reminded me 
of the early outrage
when you confronted the reality
of my childhood but    mostly

it reminded me of hours of kisses,     stubble rash,
that hickey you placed 
- just fucking so - 
in the centre of my forehead
because i dared you, because
i didn't think it was possible
to get a hickey there and
we laughed and laughed.

the PTSD takes and never
gives back but sometimes
words reach along back alleys anyway
so i'll read and re-read and 
love you more
than this bad poem
could convey.

- Pia Ravenari.

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Let’s be honest though, I never need an actual excuse to write bad poetry. Apparently I just do it.

Also, Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell is awesome, and I read it out loud to my own Park in about five days and towards the end he started making keyboard-smash noises out loud and saying things like ‘SOMETHING BAD IS GONNA HAPPEN OH MY GOD THESE GUYS ARE THE CUTEST OH MY GOD I AM SO PARK’ and I realised I’d fallen in love with a fangirl.

Just read it already.

Reposted from http://lies.tumblr.com/post/47622391634.

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