Love is a viscous thing
Or so i have heard
It’s a dagger you turn inside yourself
Until the last breathe escapes your lips
Some say love is like coming home
And oh honey, i was a nomad
Before my stars crossed yours
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Love is a viscous thing
Or so i have heard
It’s a dagger you turn inside yourself
Until the last breathe escapes your lips
Some say love is like coming home
And oh honey, i was a nomad
Before my stars crossed yours

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Until the day you find your way back to me, I will keep falling in love with the idea of you.
Perhaps you are the melancholic desire of my nightmares;
Or maybe you're my poem I could never write
“If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say ‘But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today.’”
— Iain Thomas (via perfectquote)
Christian Wiman, from Once in the West; "Music Maybe"
[Text ID: one wants in the end just once to be friend / one's own loneliness, // to make of the ache of inwardness— // something, // music maybe,]

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Bitches be yearning over the romance they read in literature.
Its me, I'm bitches.
“I worshipped the myth I made of you, but I’m off my knees / now.”
— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Eros,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)
please stop expecting me to actually go to sleep when i say “goodnight.” the moon is awake and therefore so am i
Co-napping is a beautiful thing. Knock out with me so I know it’s real

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Another year is gone
And I am still here all alone
Tell me how to lift your sorrows
Because you are slipping away
Oh my darling, i know
You are torn, wrecked
I can’t help but save you
Let me touch your velvet bones
Let me mend your broken soul
Let me show you,
How much my soul yearns for yours
How my fingers tremble
When i touch you
As if i hold on too tightly
You might turn to dust
In my bare hands
Come back, my love, come back
Let me in your anguished heart
Let me synchronise,
Your beats to mine
Breathe i say, breathe me in
Make me a part
Of your beautiful chaos
You seem to be
The essence of me
Cut short and find me
Gasping, drowning
You are my Nemesis
I am your Aphrodite
Everyday you pull me deeper in you
And each day I love you
More than yesterday
I overthink. I over love. I over feel. I’m the sea or I’m nothing.
Juansen Dizon
“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)…”
— e.e. cummings, “i carry your heart with me” (via meineluft)

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i am outraged that someone has not yet fallen in love with me poetically in a museum
Guns are impersonal. Knives are brutal. But a bow and arrow...that's elegance. It is a handwritten letter in an age of text messages. A bow and arrow really says "from me, to you, with hugs and kisses."