What is the point of picking someone’s broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole…only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.
I yearn for you. Always.
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.
There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…
I want to write you love letters, hundreds and thousands of love letters. Every letter expressing how I feel about you.
All our forevers together, transpiring through out all the versions of reality.
“How is it possible to love someone so much with such intensity! “— I think everyday, puzzled.
“You do not deserve this version of me.
Broken, damaged and lost.”
“We are two pieces of a single soul broken even and set apart and thrown back in opposite directions.”
Loving me will not be an easy job,
You will have to find the broken in me.
I worship the ground beneath his feet and the sky above his head. I get high on the […]
“He touched my body.
He touched my soul and I knew….I knew that he was all I have been looking for.”
No hope. No happiness. No love.
Too much hate & poison in this devastatingly beautiful world.