Too lust love
When you find out the best thing that ever happened to you was build on a lie ,
it’s like building a house on quicksand …
sooner or later it all falls apart.
Maybe it was the knowing that there’s going to be an end , that made it count. Just a little bit more .
Bitter – sweet.
Love , fear and happiness.
Can you name the single most malignant symptom of terminal cancer ?
When it hurts so much , you can’t breath .
The feeling I use to describe you
Do you remember asking me how I knew I loved you ?
⁃ I distinctly remeber answering ,
⁃ It was the thin line between hate and love for me .
That’s how I knew
And I know , radical ? Right ? Describing love with an equal ration to hate .
But I stick to it …
Will stick to it …
You know your truly in love with someone when their smile heals your heart .
When the gentle touch , takes away all worries .
When their presence makes you feel like , you don’t need air to breath .
When the thought of them not doing everything possible for their own benefit infuriates you .
When you think of their grasp for air and heartbeat first .
And you hate them for it .
Because the amount of love you have for them doesn’t fit inside your heart .
And it hurts , pushing and dismantling your vessels .
That’s that hate and love ratio.
What happens when suddenly the circulation to your heart gets cut off .
For me , it was a wave
A flow or shift in life . For that moment.
My body went cold
In disbelief, grief .. mourning my nourishment .
But you have to survive !
My fight is not over it’s only beginning
Je Ne sais quoi
I am whole , I rebuild the pieces you stole from me
I made me better
The way I loved you was consuming
It is the
Misunderstanding of love
What it meant
That teaches you
To lust love
To be loved
Broken and rebuild
Left too re assemble
Your “ Lust” left behind rough edges
Waves of force in the pacific
Hitting me at a thousand miles per minute
Gasping for air
Suddenly the past met future
I told myself
I wouldn’t even go to your funeral because I’ve already
Mourned your death
But the truth is
Creativity and madness often go hand in hand
So I chose difficulty
Your love . Intoxication rather , is deeply rooted ,
I’ve craved and wanted superficiality . Pushing against norms .
Have I learnt ?
Have I overcome ?
Will I prosper ?
Questions I ask myself daily
has this experience made me
… me ….
have I had enough of a lesson
I’m ready to be
Just To be