Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
And we ourselves, what do we oppose, with this random flicker of light in us that we call brain and feeling, how can we do battle against this flood; what has permanence? Our lives too stream away, down the unlighted avenues, past the strip of time, unidentified.
My love for you is a combination of feelings I understand, and feelings I can not explain.
You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word “sorry.”
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
Can’t give up acting tough
It’s all that I’m made of
Can’t scrape together quite enough
To ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love.
What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.
Be a true representative of the goodness in your heart, and don’t expect it to be easy or even noticed.
The opportunity for significant change is available each and every single day.
You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.
It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.
I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.