oh my god...im in loveperhaps i fell deeper than i understood.
But i realize more and more how hard i've fallen every day.
Talking to a friend as much in love with his girlfriend as i am in love with the very man i've spoken of in
these past two lines.
Not even hearing phil's voice, but FEELING the tone of it THROUGH this barrier that is my computer.
Feeling his love for my best friend radiate like body heat from wherever he is. I can feel the
connection, just like feeling nick's hand in mine...
When i saw them first together, i was jealous. i wanted to cry. Seeing them look into each other's
eyes. Like there was no one else in the world.
I felt a longing that i hated to feel. This frustration. THis wanting to feel like they did, and still DO.
But What happens when i fall to the concrete. In love. With a man that actually feels the same. And
he catches me. I talk about him just like phil talks about jillian. With as much love in my eyes as the
amount of tears that i want to let fall fr
LoveLove.Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A vulnerable state.
A strong desire.
A physical embrace.
A goodnight kiss.
All these things
we often use
to describe love.
But Love is something
that is much too powerful
to be able to describe
justly and accurately.
You won't know
what Love truly is
until you've felt it.
It is an experience,
or many experiences,
that is impossible
to truly put into words.
Forget Me Not.I watch as you two run along the beachForget Me Not.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your love for me forgotten
Like the broken twine of thread
That sits within my drawer
Collecting particles of lost hope
And from ashes to ashes; lust to dust
All your feelings for me have been discarded
To run off anew with another
A flavour more satisfying on a greedy tongue
Sweetened with spite
And what once was, and what could have been
Is merely now just a dream
A collage of petty words
Weaved into a tattered seam
And my heart stops beating only for you
As I doused the lights to hide secrets untrue
And the song I sing for you goes unheard
Because like our love, I forgot each word
I want to....I want to fly to a place unknownI want to....5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to let my worries go
I want to be less shy
I want to touch the sky
I want to catch a star
I want to take your hand in mine
I want to make your wish come true
And that is all I want to do
Forget him. Love, AphroditeWithout thinking I charged towards the shore and into the water till I was thigh deep in. It was about fifty something degrees in the water and I immediately began shaking. Not caring whether bystanders would hear me I screamed till my lungs went dry, "Percy Jackson! Where are you?" That was it; I couldn't stand another day without knowing where he is. I dropped into the water on my knees lifelessly getting my clothing soaked. I stared out at the still sea, it was dark and a half moon hovered above me. With one last breath of air that smelled just like Percy, I stood back up and headed back towards the safe house.Forget him. Love, Aphrodite4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soon I saw a blue green hazy light against the sand. Like an aquarium reflects against a wall. A voice called, "A-Annabeth?" Turning around on the spot, there he stood in the water. "Percy!" I exclaimed, slicing through the water I ran towards his warm embrace. Instead I ran right through him and fell into the water. Sputtering, I realized he was made of mist and glowed sea g
almost lethalI'm drinking you like pure mercury.almost lethal3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
On some certain days I ask myself; 'Can you really take all her words? Can you really handle all of her?', but till now, I'm not able to answer myself this simple question.
I think, I have to explain something to you (and me.)
There is this big, huge shelf full of thoughts and words and stories and memories and desperation and sadness and lives. (Most of the time, I prefer to talk about it as a shelf full of tea, but whatever it content is, it is full of you.)
I'm unable to pick a tiny box or even just a cup from there and then decide to not read it. It's simply impossible.
[To just think for myself became less favorable.]
Some of your things are delicious. Like a lovely earl grey after a long, hard day. Your words calm my soul and allay my blood. A bit of milk, two spoon full of sugar. Sometimes this is all I need.
But of course, there are also boxes with a patina of rust on it. Their labels are dirty and towelled at some spots. I can