July 2009
12 posts
it hurts when you have someone in your heart but not in your arms.
This is for the things I don’t say enough, Waiting for the day we touch. Your lips to mine, eclipse over lunar, I’ll see you soon, but It’ll talk to you sooner.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You...
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“But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.” -Pablo Neruda