The Truth About Magic

by Atticus Poetry

the unlockable knot of new love and that faint perhaps of the forever-be.

She fell for the idea of him and ideas were dangerous things to love.

All I dream is for our shadows to spend a little more forever together.

I love you he said to the end of all things and on— and she smiled soaking in the infiniteness of it all.

To be honest you scare me I’m terrified of letting you in of seeing myself more clearly through your eyes wondering if I’m good enough or if one day I’ll lose you but the truth is not having you at all scares me more than all the other truths of love and that thought makes me brave.

She didn’t make my demons disappear she made me strong enough to fight them.

We’ve moved on now but if I’m honest I am still a little bit in love with all the ways we were.

The simplest truth is that we fall in love with the way someone makes us feel or doesn’t and that’s pretty well the all of it.

In the right love we will discover new love for ourselves.

Travel and love are worth the sacrifice for a life without them is a life unexplored.

You’ll never hear the old man say that he wished he didn’t see the world and had more money when he died.

Let’s stop pretending to be so perfect for the world and get on with finding out if we can be so perfect for each other.

He loved those wrinkles around her eyes little reminders of their life well laughed.

She had an uncanny energy for life thankful for every little miracle it bestowed— and it made her entirely impossible to live without.

In her heart and soul she set fire to all things that held her back and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was.

“When do I know if I really love her?” asked the boy and the old man smiled, “When it’s no longer a question.”

Don’t waste a second of your time convincing other people you’re worth loving.

Our love had become a dream fading from us no matter how hard we closed our eyes.

So often, we punish ourselves with the bad love we think we deserve.

Sometimes, it’s the ones that seem to love themselves the most that actually love themselves the least.

It’s good to be with someone who has been through hell— life is hard, and strange, and a lot of shit happens. And when someone’s been through the worst of it already, pain doesn’t come as much of a surprise, they just sit down tie their shoelaces wave to old demons, and get on with it.

Books are a uniquely portable magic. —Stephen King

People will say you’re beautiful but it takes a special person to make you believe it.

We are much more useful to the world in forgiving ourselves than hating ourselves.