The Poet Of Tears

"The most beautiful landscapes are touched by wind, there are things that you know and God does not know. He's unaware how limitless the humans are, he does not know how much fun we can have in a graveyard"

Everyone talks about an inner child. I have an inner older lady who says inappropriate things, judges everyone and wants to be in bed by 8pm.

All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.

Let me take these worries from your soul and turn them into wings on your back. Then we'll see how much of you is angel and you'll finally know how beautiful you really are.

I believe there is penance in yearning. There is poverty in giving too much of your heart. When your desire for another is not returned in equal measure-nothing in the world could compensate for the shortfall. Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.

I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for the evening calm, I'm waiting for our time, the oblique light, this pause between day and night. Peace will come, surely. But I can imagine no other peace than that of our two bodies bound together, of our gaze given over to each other - I have no other homeland but you.

When I first met you I thought there was no way I could ever fall for you, people say when you love someone you just love them, you don't have reasons for that...but if someone ever asks me, "why him?" I would literally go ahead and read an entire book about why not anyone else but him. I remember the day I did something really good and no one hyped me up, but jeez there you were with my favourite chocolates in your hands, running towards me funnily, with your arms open for me to wraparound myself..with that stupid smile of yours saying, "I toh told you, you'll win but you were the one who never believed me" it stuck to me. Those words, those chocolates, that smile and that feeling of love, in that moment my heart giggled and murmured, "You. Are.In. Love." But how could I be in love with him? He's so weird, kept telling my brain to my heart but all my heart could think of was that hug of yours and how much I didn't want it to end. So yes, if someone tells me to talk about love, I'll tell them about you and millions of reasons why it's always been just you through bests and worsts, through rains and storms, through smiles and tears. It's always been you. I know, it's too late now and I probably am not even going to send this to you now but I don't know some part of my heart says you'll find this one day and if you do, know that I'd still probably would be in love with you.