on the last day of the year she told me she fell in love with me.
today i told her she feels like my forever,
and that normally I am more than fine on my own,
but I freak out when I don't see her face or hear her on the phone.
she said she wants a tattoo of a quote or something aesthetically pleasing,
like a line , she says
my math teacher taught me that lines go on for forever and I want to
breathe those words on the outlines of her skin.
I call her "my wife", and that makes my soul smile.
the children of God wandered in the desert for forty years.
you are holding a reservoir of your true being, and i am dying of thirst.
I can stare at myself in the mirror,
and look The Devil in his eye,
but looking at you is like keeping my eyes open in a sandstorm.
I want to be your Promised Land.
you have appeared behind my closed eyelids for the past few nights.
the first day I woke up and drenched myself in happiness,
the second day I dried myself off in reality.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
on the last day of the year she told me she fell in love with me.
today i told her she feels like my forever,
and that normally I am more than fine on my own,
but I freak out when I don't see her face or hear her on the phone.
she said she wants a tattoo of a quote or something aesthetically pleasing,
like a line , she says
my math teacher taught me that lines go on for forever and I want to
breathe those words on the outlines of her skin.
I call her "my wife", and that makes my soul smile.
the children of God wandered in the desert for forty years.
you are holding a reservoir of your true being, and i am dying of thirst.
I can stare at myself in the mirror,
and look The Devil in his eye,
but looking at you is like keeping my eyes open in a sandstorm.
I want to be your Promised Land.
you have appeared behind my closed eyelids for the past few nights.
the first day I woke up and drenched myself in happiness,
the second day I dried myself off in reality.
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