stop fighting, my soul.
my soul, don't you know?
Love already won for you.
desist, o my soul.
faint not.

She no longer writes about 'him'
she is without words
without structure
without rhyme

she no longer feels him
she is without sense
without emotion
without affection

she no longer wants him
she is without need
without lust
without love

She ..

      no longer ..

                 is

Love is not rational. It doesn't politely knock on the door of your heart and ask sweetly if it can destroy you all at once.

Love does not take you by the hand and explain all the ways that it will ruin you when it leaves. Love is a powerful hurricane that makes you sit in it's direct path. And forces you to pick up all the shattered pieces by yourself.

Love is a suicide bomber that we invite with open arms with out question to live next to the most precious and sacred parts of us.

Love is the fear that keeps us chained to the basements of ourselves hidden away behind bullet proof glass only to find ourself filled with holes left by cannons

Love is that endless crusade we suit up for. Only to find ourselves completely  naked on the battle field. Bruised and covered in tears that all to clearly look like our own.

⠀
              
⠀                       i crave
                          you
                          nex­t to me.

                          i crave
                          your skin
                          on mine.

                          i crave
                          you,
                          to­uching me,
                          feeling me.

                          i crave
                          your lips
                          on mine.

                          i crave you,
                          your love,
                          your warmth.

                          but most of all,
                          i crave
                          you
                          nex­t to me.

                          -BZQ

sometimes
when i feel really lonely
i dream of your lips
so soft against mine
noses rubbing
and your eyelashes tickling my cheek

i dream of your moans
small gasps for air
as you bite your bottom lip
trying to control yourself

i dream of your hand
clasped to mine
of your laughs and giggles
or your tears and shouts

of your amazing body
immersed in warm soapy water
your hair straggly and wet
and your cheeks red with heat

i dream of your voice
quiet and velvet like
as you whisper my name
and the pronunciation is perfect

i dream that i know you
more than i know myself