Shake my arms, shake my head i fell asleep on your cobweb.

I love that your laugh is silent at first. I love that your hands are rough and strong. I love that you hair is messy and curly. I love that your neck is soft and strained. I love that you would call at night and we would pretend as if we were someone else. I love that you had no boundries and were unpredictable. I love that you were the crazyiest person i ever met, the only one i could tell anything too. I love that when you strained your back, when fighting another person. I love that when we fell, we laughed for an hour without getting up. I love us laying on the grass outside talking for hours. I love that you introduced me to all kinds of scary movies, and would laugh when i screamed. I love that we would find ruffs and abbandonned houses so we could be alone. I love the way you smilied when starring at me, never saying a word. I love that we would run everywhere we went, to never lose time. I love that you had hate in your face when punching the bag and working out. I love that you would sing to yourself when you were nervous, and the way your palms would sweat. I love the crazy look you had on your face when you laughed hard, as almost if you were going insane. I love the way you sighed when you told me we could still be friends. I love the way you told me there way someone else. I love the way you looked right through me. I love the way your reaction was hatred when i showed anger. I love the way i think its my fault that you are lost, even though you were the one that trudded off into somewhere unknown.
I love you with a hatred and I love the way you know it.

Old Piano.

No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.

If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say

"But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today."

Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.

Between you and me (somewhere between now and then), this is where we buried the children we once were.

I hope they make you happy. That's what I'll say.

I couldn't convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see. But maybe that's how lovers know they're meant to love; they see the same blue. And they both know it.

Our language is dead. No more heavy consonants and long vowels with soft meanings. No more names only you and I know.

Because no one speaks Us anymore.

Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive because you are. And the pain you feel, that’s life. The confusion and fear, that’s there to remind you that somewhere out there’s something better and that something is worth fighting for.

Sometimes you just feel everything and nothing all at once. Sometimes you’ll find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time. At times you can absolutely love a person, all the while wanting to hate them. Life comes without guarantees; except that smiling will brighten your face, laughing will enhance your eyes, and falling in love will change your life.

Painful as it may be, a significant emotional event can be the catalyst for choosing a direction that serves us—and those around us—more effectively. Look for the learning.

The toughest sacrifices are the ones we don’t see coming, when we don’t have time to come up with a strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us and not the other way around, that’s when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.

Unless it is mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life—love should not be one of them.

I have been meaning to say this for a while now. But it burns my thoart just pondering the words leaving my mouth. With the purity of a child, of nature and of sorrow, I love you unlike i have never felt before upon my soul.

I will be traveling for a ski trip, so no posts for about a week! I hope you are all well, and i wish infinite experiences in your life.
xx

strumming my pain with his fingers

Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.

If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Unless it is mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life—love should not be one of them.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Lets be nothing, because I heard nothing lasts forever

Stromming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...