I Wrote This For You

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Purpose Of Love

When I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, you're the only person that can remind me.

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Dearly Discarded

Late at night, when your brain is tired of thinking of everything else, you will find me there. You cannot throw me far enough away.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Train Hit Me And I Didn't Feel It

You shouldn't fall asleep on your heart. It'll go numb.

Friday, July 13, 2012

The Desire To Live Underwater Forever

If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I'll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Things Which Aren't Love

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.