If you think I can tell you what's going on inside my heart, you know even less about it than you think.
Monday, October 3, 2011
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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.
Love this. :)
So very trues, and people keep asking for reasons..
Just what i was thinking. Creepy.
Motivation... thank you very much...
you're speaking me.
One should never presume, eh?
I asked you to let me in, to show me what's below the surface, to crawl around & examine your life's muck. You obliged. For all the hopeful willingness, nothing could have prepared me for the wild tour. It was painful, but more from the involvement of others; not for what you led me to or even necessarily how. There's more, I'm quite certain, and it could be far less tame. I trust you will share it with me if, when, how you choose. Rest, love. Please. Spend your energy whereever you need to, however it pleases, comforts, nurtures, sustains you. Best not to assume, but you do know me well enough to know the truth in this: I am grateful for this year. I am still here. I cherish you. And I love you, ks. Very much. Broken, with a soldered seam of gold. You?
i know even less about my heart than i do about my head. so how could i ever tell you something i don't even understand?
I gotta come up for air...(gasp).
I feel this way all the time. Indescribable and unknowable, even to myself
I hate assumptions.
Don't say you understand someone, for your own sake.
It doesn't make you look any smarter.
Rattles my bones with irritation
When someone accuses me
Of who they think I am.
All false pretenses,
Get back to yourself.
I was only worrying about me.
if i can feel your heart that's ok with me - i love you babe
I know even more than anyone thinks. I know exactly what's going on in your heart. It's so much deeper than this. This isn't you and I, this is you and I. Get the picture. Smile. Me.
I would not want to know.
Such knowledge... No.
And if you honestly believe there was a possibility of love there, you know even less than I already thought... you know nothing about his heart; and even worse, you don't know the first thing about love: it won't let us choose; and how could it, anyway? It won't let us just walk away from it. You didn't bring anything good to his life. I'm sorry you've been suffering like this. And I'm sorry I pity you. Your pain could easily have been mine, it's true. But this love, it doesn't belong to you. Never, never could it have been you.
Nobody knows and least of all, me.
Life is a mystery in a raging sea.
I know more than you will ever know. I know his heart, mind and soul. You know nothing about love. His heart is not yours. This is my love. There aren't any choices to be made. Who are you to judge whether or not I brought anything good to his life? Everything I've done throughout my life has been for him and I. It always has been that way. Suffering? You obviously don't understand the first thing about sufferance...good things always come to those who wait out the struggle. Pity me? Please, don't bother. Really there's no need to. My pain will eventually be yours, that's true. My love belongs to me. Does that clear things up? Me.
We are already built in the background. Trees and brick and mortar stood on the earth longer than the two of you. Me.
Didn't I already say I wasn't ever wearing any of those hats? Me.
Nay-ver, nay-ver land.
Help me understand?
sharing + trust
reality + feeling
help me understand this again
feels stolen, needs mending, missing?
take me here. find a way. find me. please
love, lost in translation
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