Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
"All of me is all for you."
It's weird to get these kind of butterflies again. Believe it or not, they all feel different, just like they all are different in reality. With you, they feel gentle but they never stop fluttering, even when you're not around. The way you touch me is so undeniably passionate, that I could forgive you for even the rudest of remarks. There is fire in your eyes when your lips caress my thigh, there is love ni your finger tips as they touch my rosey cheek. "I love you," I said, and you whispered it back. It is so strange to be back in this place, after so long, after so much growth. We are both changed people, and it is strange to think that we could ever come together like this again. Our bodies have changed, our minds have evolved, and yet love still finds it's way...inbetween all of our cracks and imperfections, it winded it's way out from beneath the both of us and bind us together, twisted itself around us and ensnarled us in happiness. Over the last 6 years, I have always found you. You have always found me. Like you said, "we are like a tragic love story, our story is still being written."
It's weird to get these kind of butterflies again. Believe it or not, they all feel different, just like they all are different in reality. With you, they feel gentle but they never stop fluttering, even when you're not around. The way you touch me is so undeniably passionate, that I could forgive you for even the rudest of remarks. There is fire in your eyes when your lips caress my thigh, there is love ni your finger tips as they touch my rosey cheek. "I love you," I said, and you whispered it back. It is so strange to be back in this place, after so long, after so much growth. We are both changed people, and it is strange to think that we could ever come together like this again. Our bodies have changed, our minds have evolved, and yet love still finds it's way...inbetween all of our cracks and imperfections, it winded it's way out from beneath the both of us and bind us together, twisted itself around us and ensnarled us in happiness. Over the last 6 years, I have always found you. You have always found me. Like you said, "we are like a tragic love story, our story is still being written."
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Dear Blogger fans,
I cannot concentrate on school today due to the fact that I want to have sex and cannot stop thinking about it.
Friday, September 2, 2011
We ended everything last night, it was like my entire world had imploded. I watched the sun slip out of view as the words crossed your mind and then flew from your lips, like knives or bullets. There they were, laid out, pressed through my chest. Then later that night as I turned on music, tried to lay myself to sleep, I heard the song you once played for me. I broke down, I'm broken. I think, at this point, as cliche as it sounds, I should come with a warning label attached to me.
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