Mistakes are worth making, take that chance and see where it leads you, it may be scary, but that's life, it's an adventure in itself, so why not spice it up with some more adventure?

Beautiful on touch, sight and scent, yet can pierce your skin and bleed you out.
That is love, the beauty of it is worth the pain,
Just like a bittersweet chocolate, sweet, yet bitter, but you just can't stop.

I want to
Fill the empty
Space
And tell you
Everything
I feel.

First
There's three words
I've wanted to say
And I can say them
To anyone
If you aren't around
It's not love
More
I miss you
Imissyou
I
Miss
You

Second
No matter what
I'll never feel
The way I felt
With you
No matter who
Comes into my life
You'll always
Be that special feeling

Third
There's a hole
In my essence
In my soul
And no matter
The object
The person
The idea
I've tried to fill it with
Only you
Seem to fit

Fourth
I'll never
Find someone
Who knows me
The way you do
You knew
From a look
That I still liked you
You always knew
What I felt
Just by my face
And no one
Has ever

I can't stand
Not having you
To hold me close

I'm not trying to hide it
Anymore.

-r.y.s

When I’m drunk and words don’t make sense

That’s when I will tell you the truth

I don’t know why I feel incomplete all the time

Your love brings me joy but I don’t understand you

Or maybe I just don’t understand myself

I don’t know where to go from here

Will you promise me forever

I might wake you up from your sleep

And I might rob you from your sleep

But I will forever dream about you in my sleep

Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.

They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
-L.R

Love depends,
It is different.
Do not compare.
If it's love, it is right.