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The lights go off and she stares at me through the darkness a few seconds longer, and I love her in the dark. I mean, fuck it—I down and out love her in all spectrums of light, even the absence of it.
Painful things can still be beautiful things, in case you didn’t know.
Our eyes hold like our hands won’t.
To the bone, loved him. Cut me and I’d bleed him.
loving him is the same thing as tossing the keys to my heart to a valet without a driver’s license. He’ll drive me off a cliff.
What a mind fuck it is to comfort the person who just blew your whole heart open with a rifle.
She’s standing under the water; it’s running over her how I wish my hands were.
the way his lips move is like some sort of ancient, wordless poetry.
her eyes remind me of raindrops on leaves on cold mornings.
Then I kiss her, slowly at first… slowly like how you drink a top shelf whiskey—feel it in your mouth, let it roll around for a couple of seconds before you go back for more. Bask in the flavour of my old, always love.
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Because all is vast and love is so varied, like light in a prism; if you move it around a room, depending on how it catches, it changes.
Can you die from a broken heart, do you know? And if I did and they cut me wide open, would I bleed loving him? When they lift my heart out of my chest cavity to weigh it, does it weigh the same as his top lip? Is his name carved into my third rib to the left? Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh. He’s killing me. Loving him is killing me too, and I’m afraid because how many loves really, do you get in a lifetime?
