i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Right now I don’t know what to think other than the fact that I am surrounded by such a negative energy it takes everything in me to find the tiny speck of positive energy in a day. It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I have this constant negative energy filling me up and deflating me like a balloon that someone lets go in the sky to float away until it travels to space, or pops halfway there.

It follows me around everywhere I go and I cannot escape and my oh my, what I would do to finally be free and be able to breathe without blinking tears away from my eyes, trying to tell myself that crying doesn’t do anything but make you weak. You’re not weak. You’re a strong light of energy who finds the best in everything and everyone and always gets what you want. Maybe it’s all caught up to you. Maybe that’s why. You sit and think, whywhywhywhywhywhy.

The negative energy is taunting you like it knows what it’s doing. Hell, it knows what it’s doing. It’s putting all of its negative energy into you. Everywhere near you. It just doesn’t get it, leave me alone. But everyone has a little negative energy. This one happens to be a piece that everyone loves, but the only thing it loves is destroying you.