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Do you even know what it’s like? To look at a person like their eyes are made of stars and the galaxies run through their bloodstream and not having an inkling of a clue as to how they feel about you? It’s an agony that I can’t even put into words.
excerpt from a book i’ll never write #47 (via a-laa-mode)
Paradoxes Bleed in the Black of Morning
You still hold against me that I love you.
Who is the fool: you or I,
When, yes, I am alone,
But you are without the knowledge of either of us,
Without the peace of our friendship,
Without the knowledge of me.
We are taught that we are allowed no mistakes, in love.
There is no turning back,
No forgiveness.
We deal retribution in love as if we knew better,
As if we were ones to teach
An everlasting energy
How to be.
I still love you.
I still live you.
I still know you.
I still see you.
Perhaps I do not know what you want me to be,
Perhaps I will never be as you wish me to be,
But I love you
And that is everything.
You still make my heart break with your sadness.
You still make my heart leap with your joys.
You still make my mind warp with your ways.
You still make my loins ache with your beauty.
Break me again and again,
I will still be yours, eternally,
As I am every man’s whom I love.
Do not ask me to render this paradox sense;
I only know it’s true –
As I know you are mine, too…
As every moment you gave yourself to me
Lasts, lives…
And I miss you.
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.
My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.
Oceans of Mine 