Thursday, January 01, 2009

Like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done.

“I will have poetry in my life, and adventures, and love. Love above all. No, not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening. But love that overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.”
-'Shakespeare In Love'

I’m in love with who I think you are, and not who you really are. The less you speak, the easier it is to stay in love with the self image I’ve created for you. It’s a cold feeling to know my heart can believe lies just like I do.

It is the hardest and most rewarding thing you have ever done. You ache with love. You cry sometimes, because you know two things: you know that you’ve never felt this good before. You also know that it couldn’t possibly last forever. You want it to. You want it frozen. You want to stop time, right there, as he hands you your toothbrush, or as he pulls you back from the curb of the street for one more kiss. You want to be able to pull them closer than the hug, into your body, so you can keep the smell of them inside you, next to you, all around you. You love someone and it hurts. You love someone and it is very, very good. Not only do you feel better about yourself, you feel better about people, life, animals, and the color orange.

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