This time, the time machine took me back to the right place.
This time, I ran outside and and nearly grabbed myself before I walked out that door to kiss you for the first time.
But this time, another me stopped me, before I could stop me, and said
"The only thing worse than missing someone, is wondering what there was to miss."
This time, I sat down with me, and we drank and we spoke about how different things could've been. For me. And for me.
Later, I still kissed you for the first time. This time.
Later you kissed me, when I was ready.
ReplyDeleteprints,
I think I saw you cry.
Beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteWithout getting hung up on specifics, I simply love that you saw things differently for yourself. Kiss on the forehead, kiss on the cheek from here, from me to you; now. Because this is the moment we have to share. Because I love you as I love myself. Because more than anything, I just want you to know and enjoy peace. me
ReplyDeletetears.
ReplyDeletethis is exactly how i feel right now "the only thing worse than missing someone is wondering what there was to miss:
You are a dream and I was stupid to have hoped you could have turned into my reality and look what happened?
ReplyDeleteNIGHTMARE
LIfe went terribly wrong with me
I frequently wonder how many times I've stopped myself from going back and preventing certain things from ever happening, for, as much as there are times I wish I didn't miss you, I'd rather miss you than have never had reason to.
ReplyDeleteI did too; and this time, he knew. that I didn't have to kiss him, that I probably should have not kissed him and that somehow, every time, we end up kissing.
ReplyDeleteOr as Christina Perri would say... " I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed, 'cause you broke all your promises".
ReplyDeleteIt's all I can think about everytime I walk past that bus stop were you first tried to kiss me. I remember pulling back. And then hugging you because I wanted to kiss you so badly but I was afraid (still not sure of what). Everytime I see the ghosts of our past kissing, all I want to do is go grab me by the wrist and tell you to get the hell away. Or maybe kiss you for one last time. But of course, I can't do either because once you touch the ghosts, they disappear.
Thank you for this Iain.
He loves Me.
ReplyDeleteHe loves Me not.
He loves Me.
He loves Me not.
He loves Me.
He loves Me not.
He loves Me.
He loves Me not.
He loves Me.
He loves Me not.
He loves Me. Rose.
I've missed you.
Thanks for listening.
Me.
I don't know how you do it, but I'm glad that you do
ReplyDeleteI've never been kissed.
ReplyDeleteSpace, not time.
ReplyDeleteit's beautiful
ReplyDeleteeven the photo matches my life right now. What is this voodoo?
ReplyDelete:( hmm this what I feel right now..I wish I can go back in time and erase all his memories..!!
ReplyDeleteIn truth. I don't know what it feels like.
ReplyDeleteI told you once that I would renig all of my kisses through time and give them only to you. Each kiss I share with you feels like the first time. Me.
ReplyDeleteEvery time I kiss you feels like the first time.
ReplyDeleteMy heart is convinced you love me.
Me, I'm convinced I love you, too.
I am getting pretty good at keeping my distance, from one life to the next.
Let's get a little closer, this time.
....love this...and your blog! :-)
ReplyDeleteI am nervous
ReplyDeleteexcited and ready
I am meeting you for the first time
the first time i kiss you
the first time i kiss you
over amd over
heart open wide
i love you
So perfect <3
ReplyDeleteLife went terribly wrong when jealous individials take matters into their own hands and attempt to sabotage good people and good things. I am your dream and your reality. You are mine. Nothing worth having comes easy baby. Think about it. Of all people it's you who understands that as well as I do. Me.
ReplyDeleteHad I a time machine.
ReplyDeleteand Stephen Hawking proclaims…
it is possible
to traverse time
(Oh,and he's smart alright.)
To "go back"
in this lifetime
of mine.
I'd change a lot of things.
I'd find a way to kiss you
through such a kind mechanism.
Time and space.
Our mutual mortal continuum.
As of now it remains
out of my simplistic mortal grasp.
I'm too alive now to over-think
what all that I might "re-do".
Because I'm as human as you
and our current time machine
is simply now.
Do you feel alive too?
I do. Love you.
Love, me
my mind cannot wrap around how amazing this is, always.
ReplyDeletealways amazing.. and it really touch me...
ReplyDeleteAnd your words speak for what i feel..
I miss something.. but i dont know what to miss... and its hard..
Time already fly it away.. and i just realize it now
What I love most about this site is how intelligent you think we are.
ReplyDeleteI'd still say yes. As many copies of myself it takes to do it the same way, for every chance.
this is beautiful,
ReplyDeleteit took me a while to compleatly understand.
It's ok. Spend all the time you want in ne-ver ne-verland, but I'm your reality baby. The realist part of you. Don't you forget it. Me.
ReplyDelete“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”
ReplyDeleteJeremy Irons.
See you soon my love.
ReplyDeleteOnly you can get closer to me. No one else is welcome. Frankly I don't give two shits about anyone else.
ReplyDeleteYou know what the funny thing is?
ReplyDeleteYou are the only person I have ever called "bastard" "son of bitch" my entire life!
You sure should feel special about that.
Kiss you everywhere :)
You leave me in amazement. Your words are wow. Sorry can't be more articulate. This is one of your best.
ReplyDeleteit is true, you are my reality
ReplyDeletea dream which became reality
and yet this reality
hasn't been fully manifested..
what happened, what prevented it?
n-neverland
He loves me.
ReplyDeleteHe loves me not.
He loves me. Rose.
I've missed you too.
Thinking of you today, and always.
Love you, babe.
me
ps. Forget redos. Be here, be now, be yourself, be free. I'm rooting for you. What else are kindred spirits and better angels for if not for each other.
Aren't I always myself? Aren't you? Look in the mirror angel baby. I love you always and forever. I'm here. Spread your wings and fly straight to my heart. I knew you'd come back for me. Kisseas! Me.
ReplyDeleteI'm not looking for any redo. You must know me better than that.
ReplyDeleteThe past might make me hopelessly sad, but I never want to go back.
Be here, now.
My motto and not so subtle suggestion.
PS, you might want to watch out. My heart and imagination are full speed ahead, straight for you.
My head is trying to bury us all in the sand.
had my world not shattered at that exact moment, three days before, i would have never been able to imagine you here with me now. i'm sure i've tried to stop myself somewhere down the road, trying to revive my heart at one point or another. but honestly, even if it feels like this has destroyed me, i got you. i won't give you up any time soon.
ReplyDeleteBy any other name,
ReplyDeleteThank you for telling me. Sigh. Wish there was a way to help. Will keep some distance. Hey, you don't want my cold anyway.
Standing orders for a hug, kiss, rocking, silence, absence; whatever you need from me.
By any other name,
ReplyDeleteThank you for conceding I can, should, might know something about you by now. Bastard & SOB. True then, true still. ;)
And that was without the goon squad. Sigh.... What am I gonna do with you.
You must have me confused with someone else. Or, perhaps, someone else has been confused with me?
ReplyDeleteEither way, I am fairly positive I didn't call you Bastard and SOB. I want to impress the lady you call mother, far too much.
Asshole, maybe...
Hah! Close enough.
ReplyDeleteWhat can you, might you, do you know about me?
ReplyDeleteWhat ARE you going to do with me?
Also, who is this goon squad you speak of?
curious and curiouser!
Hah! Close enough.
ReplyDeletemind = blown
ReplyDeletethis kind of reminds me of inception haha
very nicely done!
Crocodile tears washing it all away. Everything I do or say is never good enough. Stupid. And I start to believe it. Agree with it because it's just easier than having to fight. I can't even remember what a kiss feels like, net alone a few humane words. Real words! I miss real words. Real touches. Real life. Stupid hey?
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