Love. It's raw and it's unforgiving and it's brutally consuming. It creeps up on you like a thief in the night and steals away all that you believed you had protected. It's dangerous and it's heavy with risk. And still - it is the most precious and most sought-after gift. It's a desire that is rooted in our bones. Love is pain that you choose to succumb to. Love is seeing the darkest corners of someone's soul and refusing to quit. It means treading water that is deep and destructive but finding a way to keep your head above the current. Love is sacrifice. It does not surrender, it does not falter. It is the loudest hope. Listen to it.

The way the sunrise sets the sky on fire at dawn,
or the silence of the woods at 3am.
The way fingertips feel on bare skin,
or the sleepy weight on my eyes after reading too many pages.
The smell of fire in the threads of my clothes,
or the laughter of children echoing from dead-end streets.

I overflow with words for the things I love most;
their graceful presence so simple, so understood.

But you walk up behind me and
your fingers trace the muscles in my back and
your breath settles into my skin and
you whisper, "Where have you been?"



And I have no words beautiful enough to describe that.

I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europa played the fool
That changed a lover for a bull.
Fol de rol, fol de rol.

To round that shell's elaborate whorl,
Adorning every secret track
With the delicate mother-of-pearl,
Made the joints of Heaven crack:
So never hang your heart upon
A roaring, ranting journeyman.
Fol de rol, fol de rol.

We all need that one friend
who is on your side
and fiercely stands by you
even when you are wrong
because they don't care
they care more about loyalty
than pride

Repost if you have or are that one friend to someone
Comment please! I love to read interpretations!

I'm
                                             sorry for
                                       when I respond
                                            too quickly
                                              when I
                                               forget
                                                   to
                                                play
                                              it cool
                                         and not act
                                       too over eager
                                        because I get
                                         caught up
                                                in
                                             your
                                         perfection.
                                     Sorry for when
                               I take ages to answer
                            because I can't think of a
                              witty way to respond
                                 that I won't regret
                                      seconds after
                                           clicking
                                             send
                                                 to
                                             match
                                       every clever
                             phrase you type but it
                                seems I do anyway
                                    Sorry for being
                                      too forward
                                       sometimes
                                       I just really
                                         like you
                                          and I'm
                                           so sick
                                               of
                                            playing
                                       mind games                                                                
                              I don't know the rules
                           to so I'm just going to flirt
                            like there is no tomorrow.
                           Sorry for when I complain
                               too much and bag on
                                     myself, I've just
                                          run out of
                                            happy
                                        thoughts to
                                         share with
                                          you since
                                            you are
                                                my
                                              main
                                     sunny moment
                              in my day and I have
                           been too irreparably broken
                       so that the confidence I once had
                       can't make it back in ever again.
                          Sorry for when I keep secrets
                            from you it's just that some
                               crevices are too dark and
                                    deep to be explored.
                                          Some scars are
                                            carved in too
                                                hard to be
                                                  healed
         &nbs

Let's make a deal
that the smoke scented
taste of your tongue
will never leave mine.

Something about literature universally connecting people
something about verses that we can identify with
something about using words in the a way that makes people feel less alone
I see people using poems as band-aids
and poets writing poetry like their last saving grace
I don't know.
Some things hurt.
Some things burn
and bruise
and fester inside of you and run in circles around your mind
until it hurts to think about it any more
it hurts to read about it any more
it hurts to write abou-
my head hurts.
It hurts to write about this any more.