I feel you in my skin.

one day I will teach my heart to sing a melody of another love instead of the static lullaby of regret I've branded on my tongue for you.

'how many did you love before me?' ~ Isolde
'none.' ~ Tristan
'..& after me?' ~ Isolde
'..none.' ~ Tristan

'You were right. I don't know if life is greater than death. But love was more than either.'

my skin is still painted with the purple & green of his passion..

sever.ed stitches

so.. I'm the only one who seems to understand this.. ethereal like energy that comes from being in love.? from a magnetic pull between the two of you that connects you to the universe? it exists in meditation.. spiritual ascension & connection to the source.. so why not in love? why is that such a crazy idea? maybe its a different kind of love. hell maybe it surpasses any kind of definition of the emotion. lord knows our relationship or w/e the fuck that was did. or at least I thought it did. so does that mean I'm out of my mind or that people just dont get it.?

I guess that begs the age old question.. if you've never seen something like unicorns or even the christian idea of a messiah how do you know its real. blind faith maybe. some people need that to hold onto. but sometimes you just know. ... like how I know that even if I spend the rest of this mortal existence believing in something I know w.o. a doubt is real though never having chance to see it I still couldnt let go of the beliefs I have in love. because I feel it, someone out there has to, too.

no matter how broken it makes me feel at times.

people say I set myself up for failure..



I miss him so much

bury all your secrets in my skin..

cheers.

to everything we thought was real..

“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break” - an ancient Chinese belief.

can I take back my last four posts?