The Truth About Magic

by Atticus Poetry

but mostly it’s for you the quiet ones at parties looking out of windows wondering about the stars.

“I don’t know many things with any certainty,” she said “but snuggling feels important.”

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

We just want the world to love the little monsters that we are.

We aspire only to live our lives well, to fall into the gentle to and fro of life, and the refrains of seasons and tides rocking us slowly & finally to sleep as old and loved as we can possibly be.

Have you ever had a feeling there’s more to you than the person everybody else sees a person hidden deep within the very fabric of your soul— you must pull that thread unravel the truth of you and wake within yourself that great giant you already know you can be.

All she wanted was that cozy love the kind that felt like hot chocolate, rainstorms or wood fires in small houses hard to describe but you know it when you got it.

All I wish is for you to one day love you the way I do.

True love happens at the edge of all things

We fall in love with the little things somebody loves about the world like music, rainy days, or peanut butter sandwiches— and it doesn’t matter what they are, it’s just that they love them and that makes us happy.

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

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

I LIKE TO THINK GOD SMILES AT SOME OF HER BEAUTIFUL SUNSETS.

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.

The way he talked of their dreams it made her want to grab his hand and run quickly into their tomorrows.

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

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.

We don’t need every dream to come true— sometimes we just need to dream them for a while.

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

When given a choice between you and them choose you. It’s better to be whole and alone than broken at their feet.

I LOVE PEOPLE BUT WOW DO I ALSO LOVE NO PEOPLE.

His was a selfish love patching his soul with all of her pieces.

People, like diamonds, become less perfect the closer you get the trick is to not forget how they shine.

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.

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

Bookstores are wormholes to all the could-have-beens, the has-beens, and all the maybe-be’s.

Mix our pages bleed our ink write your story into mine so there are no beginnings and no ends just pages of us and the always will be. I shivered when I wrote it she shivered when she read what ghost is this that follows words into my lover’s head?

Each beautiful thing we love starts first as the dirt of dust and stars.

We humans are flowers bloomed only to die. But we are beautiful still in the gardens that we’ve made.

“Seems a shame to leave now” the old man said “I was just getting the hang of things.”

The truth is—magic lives in all of us who choose to look for it. It lives in the morning in the springtime, it’s in the smell of the world after the rain, or a stormy afternoon in bed on a Sunday, it’s in warm sweaters and a lovers’ nook, it’s in those days that never end, and the days that end too soon. It’s in every spicy margarita or bathtub with rosé, it’s in good books and Spanish beaches, it’s in forests where the trees sway or lakes that shine back the moon. It’s in art; it’s in music; it’s in words. It’s in you and it’s in me and any of us that choose to find it. For the greatest truth about magic … is that it’s true.