I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The Untouchable City
That's what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
you are the threshold to my life, without you here i cannot build these walls in which is needed to carry me through life. I had forgotton how i much i miss you until now. I have forgotten how i much i love you.
I've been reading all your posts and the comments that comes intertwined. I see more than a post, it is dancing boy and girl teasing wanting each other lurking from the background. The rest is just music and props. You have not changed.
Yes! This is it exactly. But these cities, these universes aren't just created on my skin, but in my mind and in my heart. You are gone now, maybe never to return; but many of these places you created in me remain.
It is a weird feeling but nice cause it is a feeling that travels all over u & just stay in the heart & when u miss it all u have to do is just replay the touch. U will have to come back home or there will never be a real touch like that again.
you don't know how much it means to me when you touch me. in that brief moment of time, it's as if I was special to you, and that maybe you could love me too. but it's not that isn't? it's everything to me, and it's just touching to you
Sometimes I can't even believe you're touching me.And because I've been dreaming of it for so long, I end up feeling completely numb.
ReplyDeletewhen you touched me, i cried.
ReplyDeleteand for the first time in a long time, it was because i was happy.
you are the threshold to my life, without you here i cannot build these walls in which is needed to carry me through life. I had forgotton how i much i miss you until now. I have forgotten how i much i love you.
ReplyDeleteit's hard to hold you,
ReplyDeletecoz you are so far away :(
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ReplyDelete'dying'
ReplyDeleteThanks anonymous <3
ReplyDeletestill have to hear one nice thing abut me from your lips
ReplyDeleteAnd I'll never forget.
ReplyDeleteThank you for being you.
You write so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading all your posts and the comments that comes intertwined.
ReplyDeleteI see more than a post, it is dancing boy and girl teasing wanting each other lurking from the background. The rest is just music and props.
You have not changed.
you make me numb.
ReplyDeleteThen how do you feel when my arms leave your open heart? How does it feel to hurt as bad as it can?
ReplyDelete"There's a million ways to bleed but you're by far my favorite" iwrotethisforyou
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I remember how just one look from you would make me crumble.
ReplyDeleteI miss that.
you missed 3 important things i had to say, destiny plays with time
ReplyDeleteYou are the foundation to my life. I need you, but I can't. I miss you, but I won't. I'm dying for your touch, but the memory is all I can have.
ReplyDeleteYes! This is it exactly. But these cities, these universes aren't just created on my skin, but in my mind and in my heart. You are gone now, maybe never to return; but many of these places you created in me remain.
ReplyDeleteEvery time you touch me you wear another little piece away.
ReplyDeleteAs old as you are, I'm surprised you haven't forgotten! Old Bat!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely, powerful,
ReplyDeletethis is exactly how it feels.
ReplyDeletethe idea is beautiful...millions of universe being born and dying.....it has swept me off completely..
ReplyDeleteIt is a weird feeling but nice cause it is a feeling that travels all over u & just stay in the heart & when u miss it all u have to do is just replay the touch. U will have to come back home or there will never be a real touch like that again.
ReplyDeleteyou don't know how much it means to me when you touch me. in that brief moment of time, it's as if I was special to you, and that maybe you could love me too. but it's not that isn't? it's everything to me, and it's just touching to you
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