The Secondhand Lover

It’s not my job to fix you, I’m only here to love you.

I’ve told him once that I can’t help but feel like a secondhand lover, like the self I have whenever I walk into antique coffee shops and garage sales. She has explored worlds inside of him decades before I came in, and the first time I traced maps on his skin it felt incomplete. It was only after I realized it’s because he is only left with pieces of what she has wrecked. But I’d take him in – I’d always take him in. I’ve learned to shape the chaos into constellations. Though it is not in my place to rebuild him, I still love him as a whole, completely and utterly, and I hope to be there when he becomes one.


feature image by Kendall Lane

Cara

Cara likes to read, write and laze around in her spare time. She goes into trance whenever she walks into bookstores and antique shops. She hopes to write about many adventures she'll have one day.

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    Nurul

    March 13, 2015

    This is beautiful, Cariza 🙂
    I couldn’t help but feel bittersweet inside me.

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      Cariza

      March 13, 2015

      Thank you, Nurul. 🙂

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