oh my God.
I want you.
I waaaaaaaaant you.
emphasis on the aaaaaaa, in case you didn’t catch that.
listening to Led Zeppelin doesn’t help.
good night, now.
I’m just gonna do what I do
Tonight it’s a bath steeped in rose oil,
hoping for this resurrection liniment
to make me rise anew.
I’ve come to long for Mondays
when he’s gone and I can at least be free again.
Can’t you try to make me love you ?
I didn’t want to be a statistic.
would you read me this Neruda poem before we fall asleep?
Pablo NerudaPablo Neruda
(1904 – 1973)
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
“I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.”
Book: The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems by Pablo Neruda
now, tell me goodnight.
glad so many of you have appreciated my titles without any posts included. All of those were intended to have posts. sometimes i think about reposting but the sentiment is gone by then and frustration prevents me haha. there is a ghost in my phone that somehow deletes my posts after I post them. just thought i should tell you lovely people.
How do you know when it was *real*?
It wrecks you. It invades you. It immobilizes and consumes you.
You become it.
and when it is no more,
neither are you.
That is why a broken heart feels like death.
p.s. i love you i hate you makes sense now.
If one more person tells me how I should feel about this, I’m going to retreat to a shack on the beach and live off of handouts in return for my harp playing. That will last until a huge storm comes and ruins my hut and my harp.
What happened to empathy and compassion and letting people have fucking feelings??????? Are you human??????