Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode

#Limerence + #Slip the Veil + #Behaviorism с другими тэгами

E/B/

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

P/G/

I will take the dark part

of your heart into my heart.

C/S/

Patroclus to Achilles

 

On the night of my death,

your despair was so loud

that I could hear it

clawing through the earth to find me.

All the men screaming, begging,

still could not drown out the

wailing of your hands.

 

I оnce held your soldier heart

between my war teeth, shook it

like a dog with a bone until

it knew the fear of good love.

Do you remember?

 

I wore your

armor just to feel deathless.

I wore your armor just to know

what it meant to be inside of you.

 

I will dream of kissing your ankles again,

of pulling the weeping arrow out of you

and cutting through the earth

so that we may walk among it.

 

My love. My life.

What I would give to be

the оnly pile of ashes here.

What I would give to be

a sleeping body beside you.

R/K/

in order to fall asleep

i have to imagine your body

crooked behind me

spoon ladled into spoon

till i can hear your breath

i have to recite your name

till you answer and

we have a conversation

only then

can my mind

driff off to sleep

J/W/

When I say, I love you, it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with the perfect clarity exactly what you are.

H/L/

Love.

He pays you a visit or he doesn't.

S/

You’re in love with impossibility.

S/S/

I’m haunted by your scent

When I’m talking to someone else

I’m haunted by your eyes

In the middle of brushing my teeth

 

I’m haunted by your hair

By your skin

When you’re not around

 

Are you visiting me

Am I dreaming you up

I/T/

Making love was never about you and me in a bed.

We made love whenever we held hands.

F/P/

We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.


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