I crave real love.
That "let's build our future together" type love.
That "Nobody's perfect, but you're flawless to me" type love.
I want that "grab my face and kiss me in front of everyone" type love.
Real love.
Sharing secrets between sheets love.
Introducing family members love.
That kind of love that regardless of how far apart you may be, you're still able to say that every ounce of that person belongs to you and only you.
Comfortable with or without clothes type love.
That "Call me because I miss your voice" love.
I'm looking for my true love.
The love who keeps me warm on winter nights.
The love that tells me he loves me even when I'm at my worst.
I hope to find that love soon.
Or maybe I already have.
Because I'm nothing without you.

I have a craving for words, where my mouth feels out of place and my tongue doesn't sit comfortably in my mouth until I can perfectly describe the feelings.
A craving for a fulfillment of indescribable content that your mouth can almost taste.
In the same way that I crave the feeling of your hug while tears run down my face and that one juice that tastes like childhood, I crave words.

- F.T.

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Your essence is so embedded within my soul,
Thick bloodstream I tried to heal pushing you away.

Desperately my vicious heart I ripped out,
So I could tame my pain and set you free.

It didn’t turn out like I thought!
I became dormant… but only for a while.

My heart only got even louder screaming for your name,
Seeking memories of how it felt like to be yours,
Bleeding over your possible grave,
Regretting not being selfish for our love,
… for risking it all…

There is no safety in love.
Life is so short and fragile now so...
Craving for your life, craving for what we had,
I needed to know how deadly were the damages.

… Somehow…

Not too soon, but never too late…
The stars restored their lost constellations,
Nature guided you back home.

… Finally…

Gold and Silver might blend again…

~

© Christina Philipe