"But passion is stronger than reason, and passion is the grief of the world" - Medea
They are all after me, I am the snark.
You and I? Well, we entered this through a dense fog, our hands tied by two inch wide ropes, and knobby knees, lucid tongues, but mysterious minds. I like to think you thought me exotic, with crazy eyes and sexy hair you wanted to pull. And I can tell you these kinky things now, but then? I was a puritan, unreachable. I thought you as young and reachable. But here we are, the nights never young, and our faces have aged from growth and understanding. The fog has drifted and it is a beach scene with waves rushing to the shore like our beating hearts. Our skin is soft from touch and our hair blown away from gentle faces to teeth catching onto lips. I love you and want you and wish to bury my face into your musk and heavy breathing each night. Keep close, I will never stray.
where you lose control of all emotions and one thing triggers it: you ruin your lover’s day.
And how petty and how senseless and how unfair it all is for these emotions to ruin your day, your lover’s day. I take things too personally, and it builds up and then you’re by yourself and you take control. I am reckless inside and I am unfair and dependent. But why? Where are the answers? It is a learning process to get to know one’s self. And I am incredibly sorry, so fucking sorry, and saying I am so sorry just repeats in my head until eventually I’ll fall asleep and know everything is falling apart.
You will never see this. And if other’s see this and saw what a shit show I was tonight, I am so sorry to you as well.
I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.
My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.(submitted by hisloveisallihave)
I got an activity pad from my mother, a gift card to Starbucks from my step dad, and my boyfriend (considering we couldn’t see each other today because we live forty five minutes away and I have work tonight) sent me:
“Being in love with
someone is literally
being addicted to
them. When you see
someone you love
your brain releases
dopamine which is
the chemical that
triggers happiness
and orgasms. Ha so
we are officially
addicted to each other.”
I love that goof ball. He really is considered one of my addictions, but honestly, I am in love with him. Happy seven months my love! (although you will never see this)
Where your shoulder and chest meet, my head rests in an indentation made for me.
I am going to disappear with you this weekend, like I disappear every time I am with you. You hold my face and you let your lips graze every bit of my face and finally reach my lips, to kiss. You kiss every part of me starting from the bottom up.
I will never forget not being able to fall asleep until the sun rose because you were going to Europe and I wouldn’t be able to hear your voice so I sobbed the moment you left and wouldn’t stop sobbing until I exhausted myself with tears and sleep.
This is ridiculous, really. But I love you, I do. I’m in love with you, and that’s something I thought I wasn’t going to be able to do.
I fear waking up in the morning and you telling me that you don’t love me, that I cause you more pain than any type of love.
Just, don’t forget don’t forget don’t forget.
The feeling of sleeping in your own bed, alone; the expectation of you turning over in bed and kissing the one you love, half-asleep; smelling the scent of their skin in their most natural state.
It is a let down, really, to go home every Sunday.
