I remember us. Lying on your bed, I traced the skin under your ear. You asked me if I was writing something, I whispered in reply as to not break the tranquility that surround us. "Just meaningless things."
I knew those words I wrote that day did not help. In fact my soft engraving seemed to now be a mocking reminder in my memory. It was in desperation that my fingertip traced. 'Please don't hurt me. I love you.'
i only let you treat me like that because i knew if i didn't, you'd leave. i am no feminist. i bend backwards, twist my morals, my boundaries just so that i could get the faint sense that i might have a chance. the chance that you make me work so hard for, even though i know any other in your position would worship me. but because of my constant acrobatics of my soul, it seems to be stuck in a position with you.
Every second your eyes meet my skin an inch melts off, melting until I am forced to turn away, so that my insides don't splatter on the marble floor. One day I shall stop turning away, let you melt me. For that at least will make your eyes stay for a second longer on what can only be described as a tragedy.
In all its darkness second to none and just a pinch of pure gold, seasoned perfectly to taste.
If it is not that then it is easily the ballerina of your finger dancing graciously around each strand in perfect harmony with the vibrations of the universe but only you and I know that you do this when you are deep in thought.
And I know to watch silently as a masterpiece is being created.
I look up at your eyes and I am quickly reminded of our first date, but I often remember it wrong, so maybe you can help me.
Sometimes I see a luscious field of green and the fresh soil through which our romance bloomed and in others, I see the universe, stars, and galaxies locked behind them of which mankind has yet to discover.
So etch my name in history once more for being the first man to float peacefully among your stratosphere.
In my enamor, I greatly appreciate your existence and for everything we have said and done to bring us to this exact moment.
At this moment, in your eyes and the poise of your hair, I am reminded of the stories we have yet to tell, and here’s to hoping that you will always be there to tell them with me.
Because you always had this enthusiasm for well-told stories and it would not be the same any other way.
Here's to having not written in a while. And here's to the stranger who does not know it yet.
lots of laugh lots of cries lots of smiles lots of frowns in all the lows and in all the highs you are there you are here in my heart in my mind in my spirit i know location is far but your loyalty is on par this is for a longtime this is for the long haul i like you will lock this look definitely this is not lost it is a sure found LOVE
some windows open by force by clicking by checking by pushing by pulling but this interface needs a user the user is me i open my window i open my heart i open everything to experience again to feel again to love again to be loved again and this is one hell of a user interface this user interaction is a universe intersection i found my red string we found the You(U) and I on each other and i can't be grateful enough for giving me the U in my I