I'd rather be stuck in a literal maze,
at least then I'll be able to see the walls.

I will love you with no regards as to who you've loved before me. No matter who has tasted your oh so precious lips before they met mine.

I will love you no matter who hates you or who loves you, or who loves hating you. I will love you no matter who you love or who you hate, or who you hate loving.

I will love you no matter what a certain group of people say about us, even if this certain group of people are your friends, my friends, or our parents.

I will love you as a novel loves being read and as the reader loves reading a certain quote that he found on the internet that convinced him to buy the novel and how that certain quote loves being revised online as to fool someone's followers on Twitter that it was his own.

I will love you no matter how many typos you have when drunk texting me, or drunk texting someone else who, I hope to God, isn't your ex.

I will love you no matter what songs you sing in the shower, no matter how wrong the lyrics are or if you're out of tune, or even if you don't take showers at all.

I will love you as a graphic artist loves drawing his favorite stroke, even if his professor says it's not the right way it should be done.

I will love you as a certain DJ loves playing his favorite remix, even if the crowd hates The 1975 remixes because they're too biased to appreciate it.

I will love you no matter what bands break up next year and no matter what bands get back together and pull out another Fall Out Boy.

I will love you even if the clowns stop laughing at their own jokes, even if the priests start questioning their own homily sermons, or even when the masses stop laughing at the priest's jokes at homily.

I will love you even if you stop correcting my works even when you grow tired of my mistakes, not only my grammatical ones but the ones I make literally.

I will love you no matter what color your hair is or if you wear contacts to sleep or not. I will love you even if you stop tracing my lips as I fall asleep beside you, even if you steal the blankets at the coldest of nights.

I will love you even if you regret meeting me and that you allowed me to woo you with my saccharine tongue.

That is how I will love you, so please just don't regret loving me.

im agnostic but i indulge myself in the idea of heaven. if there was such a place, im pretty sure that the angels would blush because she moans my name so loud that heaven itself could hear her cries of pleasure. every "oh god" that comes out of her ungodly lips an angel gets a *****. she has a body that can make an atheist believe in god long enough for him to say
"*******". her legs are my own personal tower of babel, my kisses climb up and up towards where her drenched desires lie, there i would speak many tongues. her lips are the forbidden fruit and i am the snake that protects it. as i have said before, i am agnostic but she is my religion.

nothing beats the euphoria of waking up next to her. the ecstasy of waking up next to the girl of your dreams. but she's much better than that because she's the girl of my reality. when i wake up before her, i just place my face a few centimeters away from her's. and i try to survive on the breath that she's done with. the way her lips quiver while she's dreaming makes me want to have her for breakfast. if only god allows it, there won't be a morning where she doesn't wake up with good morning kisses between her legs. her moans would be my ringtone and i don't care if people stare at me when someone calls, i'll even wait till the part where she screams god's name in vain. i'd gladly go to hell for her and if the devil asks me if she was worth it, i'll laugh and light a cigarette with hellfire and say "i'm actually waiting for her here."

don't you dare fall in love with a writer. the exquisite pleasure of loving him will come with a price. he will turn your lips into metaphors, his poetry will be stuck in between your teeth, and he will make you fall in love with each and every flaw that you have, his tongue will embody his lust and the skin between your legs will become his canvass. his lies will be so white it will be a more potent form of *******. and not for long, he will turn you into just another boring piece of literature.

I've seen Him through the lips of those tired preachers in the middle of his homily.
I've seen Him in the eyes of the homeless as the kids cut classes in school.
I've seen Him as alcoholics sweat as they  swallow before priests bless the wine.
I've seen Him answer the prayers of  a daughter who was violated by her father.
I've seen Him come out of the wallets of those whose names we see on billboards.

I've seen God.
I see Him everywhere, everyday.
I believe He exists. Do you?

Our eyes locked as I held a hand that didn't belong to you. We said nothing for our eyes were screaming out what we were dying to say. My faux smile slowly melted as I saw the rapid blinking of your eyes saying that you were on the verge of tears. A sympathetic frown creased my forehead, silently begging you not to cry, for if you do I might lose my sanity. This is all for the best, I thought staring at your unblinking eyes. The hand that I was holding clenched mine more tightly. I saw the pain clash your face just for a fraction for a second; the expression of someone who had just been stabbed. But it wasn't over, she grabbed me and pulled me closer to her body forcing my hands to embrace her. I felt her face settle into my chest. I glanced back at you, but soon as I did, I wished I hadn't. The walls that were keeping you from crying had now collapsed. Your hands covering your face , still trying to hide the tears that were inevitable to run from anymore. Soon I was crying a river of my own, stretching out my hand towards you. I touched your head and patted it, giving myself false hope that somehow this gesture may soothe your pain, but careful enough not to disturb the ******* my chest. Our eyes met yet again. I love you.. My eyes begged to be heard but it was for naught. For eyes can't speak. But oh, how I wish they could.