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My lover is causing me pain but it's not on purpose, so does it count anyway? It does sadly. It counts. All pain counts. You have no way of denying to yourself or even to your own eyes in the mirror- You've been lied to, or cheated on, or hurt.

Dearest ______, Thinking of you makes me smile. Not the fake photo-op smile either. It’s more like teeth hurts, goofy, idiot smile. I like touching you. Whatever your surprise is today I know I’ll love it because it’s us together. I’ve been wearing your jacket all day and I think you’re right, it is lucky. I want you to know that you have my heart and that I love you. When I see you I immediately feel better. I always feel better around you and I just want you to know that. And I know you pro...

B. cracking open ribcage love. C. the way our hands fit. D. smiles so real. E. how I can’t stand us being in the same room without being close to you. F. uncontrollable laughter. G. getting lost in a new place with you. H. lip smacker kiss. J. being so supportive. M. staying up all night talking. O. how you need water when you’re overwhelmed. like your emotions turn to thirst. P. driving in your car. Q. your green-orange eyes. R. how I thought you hated my guts for the past 2 months but reall...

I have this great fear that the moment we were supposed to meet will be thwarted. Maybe it already has been. I think I saw you on the subway yesterday. I saw you and I thought; ‘we were supposed to meet yesterday on the bus’. You were supposed to sit down next to me, spill your soda on me, and we were supposed to laugh. We would make a game of cleaning it up where we touch each other more than necessary. Coincidentally, we get off the same stop. We get to talking and then there’s a moment whe...

I've been polluted by the promise of love. I seem to tear or burn or rip at it I need to touch what I feel to be as beautiful. I got me thinking, about how beautiful flowers are wild ones. And how I know they will die once i pick them. But they are just so beautiful I want them as my own and it;s tragic (i guess to most in a small way) but to me this act and my simple nature seems to torture me. Seems so intense I apply it to all aspects of my life why can't I leave it alone the torture beaut...