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.
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.
The hardest battle you are ever going to have to fight is the battle to be just you.
Shall I wake you to your true desire,
Make you face the life you dream;
Bring you back to the realm where you and I exist
In a world greater than fantasy?
I sense your struggle to uphold yourself,
I face with you your fears;
But how can I communicate across the silence
That you are safe throughout the years?
You know I love you.
You know I’ll share.
Come home to me.
Come home with me.
Let me give you everything I am,
Let me take all that you are,
And sail, in love, into infinity.
The sun shines outside upon wavering leaves,
Clothes spin rhythmically in the hall’s machine,
And the kitten climbs over the hills of my hips,
Massaging tiny claws into my slender waist:
Intoxications, all, thick with poignant quiet,
Tense with the slipping void,
Tight with the ticking of time,
Deep in the afterglow of you.
A chill blankets me,
I curl into the shadow of a new-old energy;
Visions billow behind closed eyes,
Dreams-wants-desires filling the miles between:
Sailing the seas, spilling joy with the sun’s kisses;
Careening steadily through trees on mountains high;
Speeding on lost highways under the moon’s laughing grin;
Growing the magic of love with mutual friends…
So many seeds we planted in our late-night meeting,
Wishes dangling like fire-lit lamps on our path;
When you are ready to dine on peaches and pears,
When you choose to wake or fall into a dream:
I will be there to taste your lips again,
To breathe fire into your heart,
To wander far into our world,
To be the never-ending beauty that is ours.
A thousand leaves quiver a million colored hellos
And I remember you.
A brisk wind chills my fingers
And I embrace the sensation,
Tickled by the thought of you:
Your warm hands on a chilly night finding mine,
Your cool eyes twinkling like blue skies,
Your broad smile breaking, and changing my life.
Give me this cold autumn
For the days and nights are ours
And dance me into your arms;
Amidst the colors and the sun and greys
There is nothing but beauty,
And the colors shine brighter from the rays of your heart,
The sun marries your magic light and the world is warmer,
And my mind flickers and spins in awe of you
And we fall in love in a magic spell of our creation.
Have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. With these, you can handle anything.
It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.
…I see more than this,
More than I can tell you, more than there are words for.
Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
I’m not interested in your past, I’m interested about what makes you tick, what makes you angry, what keeps you sane – tell me those things. You have my undivided attention. People waste so much time on reputation that they simply forget that you aren’t the same person who did those things back then, this is you. This is now… I want to watch you happen in this single moment now. Everything else is time wasted.
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~ True love exists in THIS moment. ~
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.
She’s broken. But that doesn’t mean she is weak. If you apply enough pressure anything will break.
To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.
I would confess my love to you again and again;
It’s not going anywhere…
Even when I fall in love again,
Even when you leave…
“You are the only one…”
…who ever looked at me that way,
…who ever stared at me that way,
…who never loved me that way,
…who never let me get away…
“…’Cause you are mine and I am yours,
“Let’s not fuck around…”
You, your friends and I,
our rhythms intertwined,
our depths married helplessly,
our knowing eyes seeing:
We are not the blind masses.
We are not the unfeeling things
Who see nothing but work,
Who feel nothing but theory;
We are the ones who make life;
We are the ones who enact dreams maniacally.
Yet, you sit.
Waiting…
…for the ether…
…in the ether.
If I had to describe her in one word, it would be ‘familiar’. Because when something is familiar, it’s comfort in the unknown. It’s nostalgia for a place you may have never been before. It’s the aching desire to be in the arms of someone who may have never even held you. It’s home away from home. It’s exactly where I want to be.
We often crave a love that is raw, but when it starts to pierce our being we have a tendency to run.
I’m not running away from anything, I’m running towards. I’m running towards love, towards things larger than life. I’m not running away from my problems, I’m simply leaving them behind, leaving them in the past. I don’t need them where I’m going.
Mais mon amour, mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour
De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour
Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime
Oceans of Mine 