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Technically, you cannot love someone without the desire to hurt them. Handing your love over to someone requires you to leave yourself open to the receiving of pain. Love ultimately exposes the object of our affection to your vulnerabilities, and with the potential to abuse those weaknesses, we are constantly putting ourselves through pain. Therefore, if we give ourselves over to love, we are ultimately giving ourselves over to torture. Such fun.
If you love someone, don’t let them know.
Not everyone is deserving of those words even when you do love them, and in some cases, especially when you do love them.
Things have a natural tendency towards disorder. You wake up, make a mess to get ready, eat and leave a mess to clean up in the kitchen. It’s all bound to go to hell, but love really does change everything. With the proper love and care for things, things can actually be maintained. Do you think that when the world was made it was with the intention to eventually be destroyed because of the natural course of destruction? Or life was just random and happened to evolve thus far because of love? Shouldn’t entropy have already destroyed mankind as we know it or has pushing with thin strands of hope really gotten the world where we are today? I really wonder.
Love my little girl
But how do you make someone love you without the intention to hurt them?
Although you’re just a dot in my past, I can still say that I’ll never love anyone as much as you. The fact that I wasn’t able to trust you, communicate with you normally, or fulfill you completely, yetthere was still this uncontrollable force pulling me towards you makes you all the more phenomenal to me. I hate that I had those feelings for you. And every time your name comes up in conversation, yes I’ll let it go, but I did not think anyone was capable of getting to me the way that you did. I’ll never openly admit it, but the place you have in my heart is bigger than it should be. I can’t love you as much as I miss you, which is why I know that I won’t love anyone more than I ever loved you.
Her
A face that flirts
And a mouth that burns
For some reason when your eyes met
She became a primary concern
That vibrant energy
Cannot be found elsewhere
Especially when speaking sexually
With her sardonic glare
You may try to move on
But nothing else will compare
A flaming love
That began with a violent stare
Queen
we feel in words
we touch in poetry
but no form of comfort
comes close to you holding me
your grip as tight
as the earth’s hold of revolution
unfortunately on the worst of days
you’re my best solution
the dread behind not being one piece
the need to have you next to me
makes me believe that hell exists in the mind
heaven in the heart
the feeling of no end
clueless on the start
love endlessly accompanied by confusion
what keeps me around is the fear of losing
you
fear that attachment might be the cause of suffering
but I’d rather suffer with a king.
love is a punishment.
love is the beginning of your life and the end of it.