"you are my deepest love"

I miss you,
I'm sorry the ice melted and we fell through,
I would have done anything for you,
These letters assert everything I wish I could fix my lips to tell you.

Until I stop loving you

Why do you tell me I'm your everything and than say you don't love me?

Sometimes I think about really leaving
You know, giving him what he wants
He always throws that at me anyways

I'm a fool.

Maybe I ruined you..

My Masochistic love,

You abandon me,
You kick me to the ground,
And than you drag me
I get up and still chase you and when I can't get up,
I crawl,
Till I bleed ..
In hopes that when I bleed, I rid you
But I don't,
Shamefully, I love the way you hurt me.

Every night I miss you.

I used to write about all the ways that I love you
Now I write about all the ways that I loved you.



Does love stop or does it just subside?

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                    He had lips of an angel,
A kiss that could make a judge forgive ******,


  A touch that made 2AM thoughts osculate,


                        And me, he had me..

            Loving him like he was my religion.

When I'm alone and I miss you,
I romanticize your absence.

I hear you but I'm deaf
I see you but I'm blind
I feel you but your nowhere to be found
I need you... but what would I know?

That's the powerful thing about writing, words are immortal.. This exact moment? These feelings? They'll be here forever.

As if it's okay,
As if it's normal,
As if it's fair,
That you just act and lash out because your hurting..

When you love someone you feel everything.

Don't silence your words
"Words are meant to be felt"  
That's why words wound
Your words wound
Than they pick at the scabs
And scabs bleed..
When I bleed, am I ridding you?

You take everything.

2 a.m when your asleep and I want to share the sound of the rain falling outside with you
With your hands lost in my hair, looking at me the way you do,
2 a.m when I'm falling in love with the rain because I'm missing you

Sometimes I need you
Sometimes I don't
So I write metaphors all morning about all the ways that we love
And all the ways we don't
But, would we love each other so much with out all of the distress?
Becasuse what is tranquility with out disharmony?
What is clarity with out obscurity?
What is the Sun with out the Moon?
Whst is me, with out you?
Unconsciously, you are my solace
And I am yours

unreciprocated love is no different than unanswered phone calls.

Is it ironic that I have so much to say when I am feeling less ?

It's the way you look at me,
The way your fingers fit in between mine,
The way every kiss still feels like lightning striking,
The way you pull me closer when you wake up out of your sleep at night,
The birth mark on the side of your left eye,
The way you make adjectives and metaphors dance around my mind,
But most of all,
It's the way I spend my nights writing about you because I'm too nervous too tell you all the ways I am in love with you aloud.

at 2AM when I can't sleep and your warm bare body is next to mine,
I think about writing about you.

They say "you can't miss what you don't have"
So how do I miss what I do have?
To "miss" is to have lost,

have I lost you my love?

Those nights that your mind fed you lies,
the nights that you acted out thinking that I didn't love you anymore
thinking that I had just stopped..
Every single one of those nights?
I wrote about you,
I still loved you

My love,
My muse,
My "I didn't sleep much lastnight" when I'm absent minded the next morning at work,
My 2 a.m poem

unfathomable, unforgettable
In and out of my mind

constantly, consistently
craving you
every day, every night

dreaming of you
drowning in you.

come to bed,
I miss you.

When I am no longer inspired to write about you,
Does that mean I don't love you anymore?

I love to write about him while he sleeps

We got lost in the exact place we were supposed to be
Ironic
Found you and you found me
but I'm still lost
Because I never really left that night
You helped yourself effortlessly
To me
With a kiss that shaped my lips
A touch that opened my heart
Passion that woke my soul
An Unexpected you, that made me so needy
My favorite cookies will always taste like you
And every year on that day I will always belong to you.