UntitledI would tear apart your pain, rip it, gouge out its eyes, shred it into microscopic fragments, stamp on it, burn it, and finally curse it to hell.Untitled1 week ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
If it would help you. If I could.
You see, I care for you more than it is possible to describe. It fills my soul, spills out in to my body, threading it's way through my nervous system with the warmth of a flame. It is all consuming- almost orgasmic in the way it floods my body, flowing through my veins as if water had just been released from a dam. It is dizzying, weakening-but would give me the strength to defeat a scourge of millions if they but threatened to hurt you.
I love you. In the words of a younger, more naive adolencent self grasping for the words to express how deep this first-love went, 'I love your soul'. It still rings true. I love you essence, your being, the thoughts that filter through your mind on a daily basis. I may not know or hear even more that but a fraction of them, but I know that you are good.
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