i think what my problem is,is either i love him with every ounce of blood inside of meor i dont.i don't think i could ever be just friends with him again.i understand what you mean about opening up the wound over and over againit really does hurtbut i'm scared that one dayi wont feel anything anymore.i don't want that.maybe you dobut i dont.i'm trying to learn how to turn my back on yousomething i've never had to do to anyone.so don't you dare ask me to do that to you-someone i love.my heart is on my sleeve
kind of shitty how this goes,isn't it?i had a dream about happinessand you were there.when i woke up you were gone.vanished like the smoke from a cigarette.escaped me like the air from my lungs when you look at me with those pretty, light green eyes.it's shitty how i remember that night with you when you told me you loved me.when you held my hand in a soft gentle loving way.how you held my hair back while i was throwing up in your bathroom.got up every hour to check up on me.it's shitty how perfectly your lips locked with me.a match made in heaven,i'd walk through hell to be with you and keep you around.it's shitty how i feel.i say no strings attached,
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,