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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Choice

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He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day, Choice: that was the thing.

Sherman Alexie 

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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.
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
awake.
If life is a question mark, 
then you my love,
are the proud and bold period 
that is typed with certainty

.

Tyler Knott Gregson

Harvest Moon

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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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you are tired, (i think)

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“You are tired,

(I think)

Of the always puzzle of living and doing;

And so am I.

 

Come with me, then,

And we’ll leave it far and far away—

(Only you and I, understand!)

 

You have played,

(I think)

And broke the toys you were fondest of,

And are a little tired now;

Tired of things that break, and—

Just tried.

So am I.

 

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,

And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate

of your heart.”


by e.e. cummings

completely fallen

I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You’re my first thought in the morning, you’re my last thought before I fall asleep, and you’re almost every thought in between.

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You must learn her

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“You must know the reason why she is
silent. You must trace her weakest
spots. You must write to her. You must
remind her that you are there. You
must know how long it takes for her to
give up. You must be there to hold her
when she is about to.

You must love her because so many have
tried and failed. And she wants to
know that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.”

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Think of you

“Go to work. Eat. Dream. Try to sleep.

Think of you.

Count the stars. Wake up.

Think of you.

Be here. Listen to what they’re saying.

Think of you.

Cook. Read. Watch TV.

Think of you.

Pay attention.

I’m thinking of you.”

― pleasefindthisI Wrote This For You

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Only You

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“Your salary is not love and your word is not love. Your clothes are not love and holding hands is not love. Sex is not love and a kiss is not love. Long letters are not love and a text is not love. Flowers are not love and a box of chocolates is not love. Sunsets are not love and photographs are not love. The stars are not love and a beach under the moonlight is not love. The smell of someone else on your pillow is not love and the feeling of their skin touching your skin is not love. Heart-shaped candy is not love and an overseas holiday is not love. The truth is not love and winning an argument is not love. Warm coffee isn’t love and cheap cards bought from stores are not love. Tears are not love and laughter is not love. A head on a shoulder is not love and messages written at the front of books given as gifts are not love. Apathy is not love and numbness is not love. A pain in your chest is not love and clenching your fist is not love. Rain is not love.

Only you. Only you, are love.” 
~pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

I will reach you

“You can try and hold me back. Build your damn walls, pack sandbags along the edges and yell at the clouds and the rain and the sky to stop. 

But I will not relent. I will reach you. Because I am the sea. And I will continue to love you no matter what.” 

― pleasefindthisI Wrote This For You

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and he loves her

“She reminds him of every good day

he’s ever had. Every summer spent in

fields of grass. Every sunrise. Every

sunset. She tastes like dew and smells

like light. And when she speaks, it’s

like someone slowly plucking the

strings of a guitar, a sadly beautiful 

song starting to play, all his own.

And he loves her.”

― pleasefindthisIntentional Dissonance

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sacred moments

I ache to be inside your head,

to feel what shall not be spoken of

but only felt by your most sacred moments

in time.

To see what your heart feels,

what you think as you observe your day,

those thoughts you keep stacked away,

always nagging at your skin,

wanting to be released

but not to be shared.

I want to know your hidden parts,

those who smell of roses

but look dark as your shadows,

like the whole of confusion,

of separation to the others.

Because the others will never understand.

Because the others are not like you.

(B.GT.)

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Sound of Your Smile

Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
Every single worry
You have ever carried.
My fingertips on your back
Will be the very last thing
You will feel
Before sleeping
And the sound of my smile
Will be the alarm clock
To your morning ears.
Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
The weight of every yesterday
That snuck atop your shoulders
And declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
To your secret dreams
And my hand
The anchor to the life
You will open your eyes to.
Come here 
And take off your clothes.

~Tyler Knott Gregson 

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My Love is Fierce

  “I don’t love casually.

When I love, it’s fierce.

It’s my soul ripped wide open and raw.

It’s my whole heart on display.

It’s all I have and everything I know,

handed over to you, like a gift.

And I hope you unwrap it gently.” ❤

by Stephanie Bennett Henry

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