7/5/2010
You do not have to give all of yourself.
Even a morsel of your affections would feed me for months.
Just an eyeful,
An earful,
And later;
an armful here and there.
Nothing wasted here my darling -
I would devour the alphabet like breadcrumbs
If it lead me to your door.
And some quotes i have written…
And the great wise One looked down upon me with furrowed brows and said -
“Nina, my dear dear child. You are venturing into dangerous canyons. Befriend if you must be never trust the limping jackal”
(Nina is not me btw. She is a character i created for one of my stories)
Forgiveness. The humility of words suturing the unseen wound, the stemming of an internal bleed at heart. The cauterizing of guilt and shame.
Love comes creeping like a stalking cat in the silent dark
yeah i tried writing about my mental illness but i just can’t. This is about as far as it went;
Some kind of bitter aftertaste
Some kind of pain i can’t locate
Some kind of shiver down my spine
some kind of thought i can’t define
His heart; i have stolen it. I hold it close in two cupped hands…all mine…all mine, still pumping promises.
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