Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Only Part Of You I Love
You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut.
But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.
Written by Me at 1:29 AM
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You are love.
You are loved.
It's true; people can change how they look, what they wear, how they live. But at the end of the day, deep down, they are still the person you love.
this is so true!
you could act as if i don't exist..
pass by me as if we didn't have that
look like you really don't have anything to do with me...
trying your best to ignore me everytime
but hey, i'd be the last person to say "you are lying"...
'cause i know you when you are alone...and that was the time i fell inlove with you..
when you were alone and you are just being you..
no matter how you master it..
i just know you..
nice lines u got there prey! It is just the perfect words as this very moment whilst I am wallowing a pint of haagen-dazs ice cream :)
<3 <3 <3
the only part of you that i love is the memory of how you were.
I love you, M.
Don't know how or when or why it happened but it did and I am so grateful and blessed to have you in my life. Even if nothing ever comes out of it or you never feel the same way. Just having you around and seeing you smile makes my day.
always. all ways.
lovely words. we are all stripped to our bones when we are loved and we love.
Your income doesn't matter to me. Your eduction doesn't matter to me. Your 'padding' doesn't matter to me. :)
You make me happy and I love you.
Thank you for these meaningful words :)
Helped me out :)
I wish I could keep this in my pocket and pull it out to read to people when they were hating on themselves. When they forget who they truely are because of the outside world.
I'm so afraid that after everything at the end of the day.. you'd think you're all alone, in your bare bones. But you know. I'm still here to help you put yourself back together to face another day in your new skin~
i love this!
Sarenna, you said it exactly the way I felt. Thank you.
i wish you knew how much i love the part of you no one else sees.
The age-old lover’s tale speaks of
tenderness, but it was never tenderness that fell you
under my ribcage. You, my love, are made from
grit and diesel and whiskey and smoke, and the
anti-machine in you rebels against me, the machine,
the 8-6 with furrowed brows and a heart that cracks,
a serious bug for which I’ve found no patch.
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