Azra T. Quotes

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.

I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention
that every brush of your palms
feels like you writing a novel on my skin.

And he took me home and kissed me
till my heart looked like pulp
and we undressed each other from the inside out
and we loved till it was brimming
and mama, it was a disaster
and it was devastating
and it was light.

I'm awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I'm jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it's not my right anymore. Years from now I'll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I'll drop everything that I'm holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. Years from now I'll still remember how your name tasted in my mouth and I'll have to start missing you all over again.

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.

Peel your heart like a pomegranate.
Offer it to him, palms outwards.
Say "eat." Watch him come away
stained red by you.
You're in his teeth. He'll kiss you with that mouth.

You are not an apology, do not treat yourself like one; your lips are perfect for kissing, your hips do not spell 'sorry'.

Find a love that makes you feel new, and better. Always like you're moving and staying still at the exact same time.

Loving someone who cannot love you the same way in return is not weakness. It's one of the most courageous things you'll ever do. You are putting your armour at their feet and you are saying 'I will not fight you in this. I have loved you and that means that I have already won.