“ I ask myself why, and in that same breath, as I watch you, I get my answer. It’s everything about you; its that teasing smile, that warm scent. Its the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, the ring of your voice. Its just everything about you. But more than that, its everything about me. Its everything about the way you make me laugh, cry, smile and hurt. Its everything about the way you make me feel. And that’s everything that I cannot, and would not, want to let go of.
all this useless beauty
yesterday
“ I want kisses that scream ‘I missed you’ through contorted lips and twisted tongues. I want kisses that yell “I can’t control my want” through broken capillaries and bruises on my neck.
“ Sometimes love wrestles you to the ground and sometimes it carries you through the most devastating storms. I think it is flawed and imperfect and entirely too powerful. Sometimes love makes me angry. And trapped. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes the hurt is good. Sometimes it is the hero and sometimes the villain and sometimes it is only an innocent bystander. It is often unrequited and sometimes incomplete. There are times when it aches. Times when the ache is so deep you can’t find it until you sit absolutely still in a dark room. I think love is beautifully irrational, and painfully tender, and sometimes when it catches you with your walls down…completely and perfectly liberating.
