there is nothing in my life
i have loved
that I have not loved with all my being
no one I’ve held
that i didn’t wrap them in my arms so tightly
i stole their breath
no one I’ve touched
that I haven’t embedded imprints
of desperate fingers on their skin
no one I’ve kissed
that I haven’t left traces of toxins on their lips
and I’m sorry
it was the only way I knew
how to love then.
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”