it will always be you
yes, our love is not always a candlelight dinner besides a roaring fire on a snowy night but I have never cared for snow
and yes, our love is not a herd of unicorns drinking from a strawberry milkshake river that floats in the air but hey that's just weird babe
our love is sweet and funny and amazing and stupid and spiritual and magical
we say things together, think things together , do the craziest things together and there are times when you hold me that I feel so happy I could explode
we have the fluff that makes it fun and the concrete to make it last
and whatever comes 30 years from now
100 years from now
tomorrow
I am beside you
always beside you
it always was you
it always will be you
PURPLE DREAMS PURPLE INSOMNIA PURPLE TEARS
September 12, 2014
come into the purple world of my consciousness and see dying stars
experience my minds recollections, remembrance, thoughts, anamnesis, awareness, cognizance's, flashbacks, memorization, mindfulness, recall, recapture, recognition, reflections, reminiscence, retention, retrospection, sub consciousness,
look through
my camera-eye
my dead-eye
my mind's eye
Eidetic memory
but only of my own flaws
sensory
short term
long term
eternal
oh
give me amnesia
I beg for a way to forget
MAYBE SHE WAS OKAY OR MAYBE SHE WAS FEELING A LITTLE DEJECTED, DEPRESSED, BLUE, CRESTFALLEN, DESPONDENT, DISCOURAGED, DISHEARTENED, DISPIRITED, GLOOMY, GLUM AND MOROSE
September 18, 2014
she wishes he would just shut up
"shut up and hold me?"
"can't you see I am crumbling to pieces?"
"can't you see that I am dying right in front of you?"
I am trying to hold on
but most days I really wish that I was dead instead
she wishes he would hold her
just fucking hold her
none of that trying to fix her whole world
and solve everything
right now, tonight crap
just lay down next to her and for once
ask nothing
expect nothing
and just hold her
she needs to hear him breath
she needs to be reminded how to do that
because sometimes she forgets
she needs to listen to his heartbeat
she wants to remember how to live
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CARMEN THINKING - THE SOUND INSIDE A SEASHELL PART 1
PoetryWhen my heart bleeds there is a steady of words pouring out of me... it can heal, it can hurt and nothing can stop the flow Step closer Can you hear it? Can you feel it? Do you understand?
CRAZY LITTLE LOVE IN A CRAZY LITTLE WORLD
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