Loneliness is the human condition.

Cultivate it.

The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Show me your edges

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you end and where I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me


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…I’ve resisted your coos and your well planned advances despite them being precise, well thought out-successful, just as you were trained to be -in any given situation;  rote, like getting dressed.

Shirt. Check.
Pants. Check.
******. Check.
Seduce her by any means possible.
Check.. 💭

I believe your mind was set on a conquest, a plan was formulated. Once that plan was put into action, it flowed through you, effortlessly. You’ve been tireless.
I admit, I rather like this game of chase, it feels good not only to be desired, but to be in absolute control of it. We don’t move until I said move. 

And you, so charmingly persistent and on your best behavior…

I see through your chivalry- I feel what you crave-I crave too

but I  know you like the thrill of the hunt–the chase, the conquest — the more challenging the pursuit, the better… the thought of the pursuer and the pursued. 
I let you give chase, giving you a run for your money–but you’re gaining on me.

I’m  unable to ward off your sweet nothing proposals and promises;  I’ve lost the ability to thwart your advances.

Or maybe I just lost the desire to resist you.

Your presence over time has overwhelmed me, broken my defences-I can feel myself being consumed by you. I have no choice but to accept defeat, and surrender myself totally to you…

To be continued…

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Love consumes me


I am a wild lover.
Love consumes me.
I let go, my soul boils inside me.
My kisses will stain your skin, my eyes will burn your heart.
I will break you and I will fix you. I am addictive.
I am yours.

– Anita Krizzan

What if we are the Answer?

What if all we have ever wanted
isn,t hiding in some
secret and far away dream
but inside of us now
as we breathe one another
and find home in the way
our arms always seem to fit
perfectly around the spaces
between us?
What if we are the answer 
and love was the question?
What if all this time
it was us you were supposed 
to find?
I am filled with wonderings
questions and doubt
but of one thing I am certain:
it will always be you
that gives flight to the 
butterflies inside me, 
calm to the sea I have become
and hope to the darkness
all around us.
It is you and it has always 
been you…
You that soothes and excites 
and spreads joy like rainfall 
on the already damp earth;
You that pulled me from the longest 
sleep and kissed my tired eyelids
If life is a question mark, 
then you my love,
are the proud and bold period 
that is typed with certainty


Tyler Knott Gregson



and I know I swore to you i’d be ok but sometimes ok isn’t as happy as it seems. sometimes
ok is broken promises and wasted nights lying on the floor waiting for someone to find you
sometimes ok is hoping he won’t leave when you tell him you’ve done it again and you’re so

very sorry sometimes ok is hoping that one day you’ll be “normal” that maybe one day you
saying that you’re ok will actually mean that you’re fine.

Mae Krell


Love me Reckless


Grab my hair like you grabbed my heart, forcefully with your fists. Pull my hips closer to yours like the tides and teach me why the moon floods the beach at midnight. Remind me how to breathe by making me breathless. Don’t love me tenderly, love me reckless.


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To have you just a little…


I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

Rae Carson, The Crown of Embers


Harvest Moon


Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin’
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon risin’
Let’s go dancin’ in the light
We know where the music’s playin’
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it’s gettin’ late
And the moon is climbin’ high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin’ in your eye.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon

Neil Young

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Every once in awhile, it goes the other way too


em>I had to come all the way from the highway and byways of Tallahassee, Florida to MotorCity, Detroit to find my true love.
If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would never have guessed that true romance and Detroit would ever go together. And til this day, the events that followed all still seems like a distant dream. But the dream was real and was to change our lives forever.
I kept asking Clarence why our world seemed to be collapsing and things seemed to be getting so shitty. And he’d say, “that’s the way it goes, but don’t forget, it goes the other way too.” That’s the way romance is… Usually, that’s the way it goes, but every once in awhile, it goes the other way too.

True Romance

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Love demands expression


Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.

Jeanette WintersonWritten on the Body

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I was your cure…


(You Were Killing Me)

I was your cure and you were my disease, I was saving you but you were killing me.

wonder where you are.
Please don’t come around tonight
cause I can’t stand to see you and I don’t want to fight.
Gimme one more drink and I swear I think I’ll be ready
to make the same mistakes again with you.
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Saving You

The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes—a blown out candle,
I wish to go with him.

Sometimes I see a flicker—
a light that shone from them;
I hold him to me tightly,
before he’s gone again.
By Lang Leav

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“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
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