he means everything to me, and i am all that he needs. he holds my heart gently in his hands, with the fragile love that only he can offer. we know not what to do to go on, but i know for sure that he has given me his all, and will do so forevermore. i give myself to him as i’ve never given before, hoping and knowing it is all for the best. as we rock back and forth on this tidal wave of love, we know we can count on each other to never give up.
*by peculirarity* (written August 19, 2014)
and you’re sitting there and you’re wondering where it went wrong. But it never went wrong, really. It was doomed from the beginning. Yet you feel you must ask, How did we get here, in this void of solitude and delusion, this place where we think we have each other, yet it’s all a crazy fallacy. He’s there with his words of love, admiration, desire. Yet he’s not there, not really, when you need him the most. He says, he says, he says. But does he ever do?
*by peculirarity* (written August 17, 2014)
And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
I am so glad this is back
When the world
at your jaw
like a dentist
when three words
like I love you
I miss you
and you’re just
from a cup
of hot tea
i’m twelve shots deep
and you still won’t speak.
it seems nothing will wrest you
from eternal sleep.