A pin tickles
your palm
can
ease
those
lovely eyes...
A green
pickle
is bitter
and sweet
like
the love I
imagine
you
could
arrive
without
a fever
with
the
winter's
weather,
with
a sandwich
of gherkins
and melted
fav of cheese.

if we
become
under
sheets
comfortably,
your eyes
will meet mine,
and rub of feet
upon our bodies
and the laughing
of the joking...
and
sincere teasing...
Woman fleecing
of no more
of the pretending,
under shallow
holding
our wishes
in our chests.....

Heading back to paradise,
Let me be the coolest breeze for you.  
If you're walking through the desert,  
Let me be your finest water.  
In your lowest moments,  
Let me be the reason you smile.  
And in your happiest times,  
Let me be a part of your comfort.

My mind is heavy, it's true
Let me share what’s within with you.  
My silence runs deep,
Let me listen to all you want to say.  
My vision is clear ,because it’s you.  
Let me hold onto you, for us
To have a conversation,
Let  us be the conversation.

Show me a star in the sky,  
And I’ll help you see it in yourself.  
Show me a diamond,  


And I’ll prove how priceless  you are.  
People see what they want,
But let me see you ,
Tell me what you think,
Let me know a little of your world.

I want to hold your hand,  
And never let it go.  
I want to be a great swordsman,  
To protect you from other swordsmen.  
I want to be your pain,
Not the kind that hurts,  
But the kind that pushes you to grow.  
I want to be your happiness,
Not just the smile,  
But the one who celebrates your success.

Just let me.Love

stationary love. stationery love.

will we move forward?
if not, i'll mail you my heart.

I think love is wonderful.
When I imagine it, I see fingers intertwined.
Cuddles on the couch.
I see two people opening themselves up fully to one another—
and not running away from what they find.

My version of love is everything that should be...
not what I, as a little girl, have seen.
My version of love holds no place for control.
No room for lies dripping in sugar.
In my version of love, you hold each other up.
You make each other better,
and everything feels lighter when you're together.

Because, hey—
nothing says "I don't love you" like screaming words behind closed doors.
Like the emptiness of countless sorries.
Like trying not to set a person off
who is supposed to be your "significant other."

My love is... confusion.

I don't know if I can catch feelings.
My butterfly-catching net is frayed and torn,
so they just keep flying away.
It seems so easy and natural for them...
I just wish I knew for sure.

Could love ever be in the air?
Or is friendship truly where the line ends?

I've been so focused on self-love and self-growth
that I've not been able to see beyond me.
When I try,
there is only emptiness—
and more questions.

What I want to know is this:
Why can't me, myself and I be enough?
Why does everyone I meet
see me as incomplete
without a man or woman on my arm?

I know I love my things,
my music and my art.
Tisane, quiet contemplation,
and poetry.

Maybe the loves I've seen
have left my heart scattered.
Maybe The One is still out there...
but maybe they just aren't.

Kissing is weird.
*** is weird.
It's almost always the last thing on my mind—
it's just not something that I crave.

Let alone trying to get someone
to like me enough
to even want to do those things with me—
seems like so much EFFORT.

...is being alone really so bad?

Maybe I'm not built for romance,
but GODS does it seem wonderful...
I just don't know if that kind of love is for me.

feeling alone in a crowded
room and then I found you
two people hand and hand
fighting the powers that be
A lone flame become stronger,
you are my one and only, the
light at the end of my tunnel,
and I hope you'll be the
death of me.

In a frigorific and caliginous dungeon,
You ensconce me along with the dust.
Our flesh is so terribly pungent,
With the scents of a violent lust.

Quaff the crimson from my veins,
Suckle at the jugular nectar,
For I shall bide in these chains
As a bloodless and pallid white specter.

Tu manges mon cour, le sucre t'attire et je suis diabétique
Mais,  je continuerai à t'aimer jusqu'à ce que
la terre cesse de tourner et que les étoiles tombent de notre ciel  
Je ne peux pas vous oublier Parce que Je ne veux pas.

Je me fonds en Elle
        que même lorsque les grillons cessent de chanter
        je me retrouve toujours allongé
        avec mes myriades de pensées
        à la contempler,

La nuit.

Et Vénus se marie avec mes yeux,
        reflète verte dans mes pupilles
Elle me dit de m’endormir mais,
        j’en suis incapable

Voilà des années que je la regarde sans jamais
        pouvoir la sentir
Et pourtant, elle mourra avec moi,