Best Lucyquin Quotes Today


If there was ever a time someone needed you most it was when they had it all together, worried only of what would become of everything when it unraveled, the tiny wisps of twine that hold a person together, temporary suspended happiness. Because coming undone isn’t the scary part, it’s waiting it out that stops your blood, knowing you’ll be unhinged again but never really knowing exactly when or how long it’ll be until you’re human again.

                                          —Lucy Quin

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you text her, she texts
you three hours later, you text her four hours later to compensate, she says she likes you but purposely posts photos of herself cuddled up with some other dude so she knows you see it. He tells you he misses you, you tell him you miss him, he deletes you on all forms of social media then disappears off the face of Earth never to be seen from again. STOP IT. This s.hit is not a game. Abandon ship. Stop f.ucking around with people who aren’t worth your time because that means you’re not focusing on the people who are. You’re doing yourself a terrible injustice by letting someone who isn’t worth a damn dictate your feelings.


  Sometimes in the shower I look  

down at my hands and tell myself I’m going to be an entirely different person that day, as if it was as simple as washing yourself down the drain. Sometimes I look up at the shower head and remember a time when my mother coaxed me into getting showers by telling me water came out of the spigot because there was an elephant spraying water from its trunk on the other side of the wall.

I don’t remember time passing but all of the sudden my hands got so big. The days all seem to run together like the adjoining tracks of a train, and it’s only when I stop to notice the distance from point A to point B that I realize how much space has elapsed, how I’ll never again be quite small enough to hide behind a laundry basket and I’ll never be big enough to occupy the space in someone’s heart.

The water rolls awkwardly along my knuckles, the right one is scabbed because I get angry and a lot of the time words just won’t do. It’s just that sometimes skin and bones feel more like a prison than a home and to try to convey that to someone who doesn’t know how it feels to house an entire hurricane in their body is impossibly frustrating. It’s like trying to accurately describe a dream as it slips further and further away, only to be later recalled in bursts. It is a fear of mine, a time when people will remember me in bursts. But I am most frightened of a time when I will only be able to recollect my life in bursts.


In the 2nd grade
my hair was so long
it would get caught
in the screws
on the back of
my chair.

Tiny pieces would be
ripped out and left behind,
I’d be sure to collect
them so no one would
walk off with parts of me.

And not much has changed,
except now I don’t get
to take my parts back,
people walk off with
bits of me before
I even realize they were
close enough to take
anything at all.

—Lucy Quin

 
I swear I’ve written over a dozen times in my head but the words never found my mouth. But that’s just like me — inarticulate and constantly halfway out of your life.

I meant to call but my fingers could never seem to find the courage. Instead, I kept them distracted in the hands of all the wrong people.


“Your eyes never quite look the same twice, and I’m scared for the time when I’ll look and no one will be behind them.”

I never knew what you meant until one night it was 3 A.M. and I caught sight of myself in the mirror and couldn’t tell where I had run off to.

I go to sleep one person and it feels like I’m an entirely different person when I wake up. And you just never understood. It’s so hard to hold on to people when you’re constantly losing yourself.





each time i say goodbye
I’m losing parts of a person I’ll never really know again. death changes everybody. everyone eventually copes and moves forward, but they’re never really the same. everything will be a reminder, and although the pain will become more tolerable, it will never actually subside. I worry about christmas and thanksgiving, of birthdays and special occasions, of every constant reminder of what once was and what can no longer be. I worry that on the other end of this is a person I will no longer recognize until the heaviness has come for me.


Once upon a time
I was struck by lightning,
all of my veins were pulled
one by one through my skin
and out of my body
through the base of my skull.
They were used for jump ropes
to occupy those who could not stand
to watch the human body be dismantled
without the proper occasional distraction.

My teeth formed an orchestra,
chattering in beat to some minor chord.
My hands became fish
and swam soundlessly off of my wrists.
Not to be outdone,
my feet ran away from my body,
chasing after my fish hands.
They raced off into another dimension.

It was impossible to see who won,
just then my eyes rolled down
the silhouette of my body
like a gumball in one of those machines
where they spiral for a few moments
before reaching the bottom.
I went to scream but
my lips were on fire
and my tongue thrashed helplessly about
trying to put out the flames.

And that’s when I began to fall apart.
Every single part of my body
abandoned me.
My brain fashioned a shank
out of my skull and cut itself to freedom.
My temporal lobe stuck its tongue out
as they abandoned ship.
Only my heart stuck around,
beating louder and louder
to remind me it’s the only thing
to ever have complete faith in.

—Lucy Quin

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I have a terrible habit of
nurturing troubled boys
back to proper
 health as
if they were injured birds.







 
And just when I think I’m
needed, they fly off in the
middle     of     the     night.

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You had a kindness
like shark teeth,
shed a thousand times
over, lost to fossilize along
the unpredictable sea of what
was your promised best intentions.

Underneath more
kept growing, razor sharp
forget me nots along a
misleading mouth —
unhinged and unpredictable,
capable of such beauty but
only being known for its destruction.

And some days I still find
your teeth in my skin,
I string them together to wear
like war decorations,
a reminder of the time I
meant to fall in love but
went to battle instead.

—Lucy Quin

I am not to blame for your insecurities, do not paint blood on clean hands and cry murder, never attach my face to the little voice inside your head because you need someone to take the burden of the mountain that has become your own self-hatred.

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