if your a bird, im a bird
VARIATIONS ON THE WORD LOVE
Margaret Atwood
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-seedlings nosing their tough snouts up among the lettuces, they shout it. Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising their glittering knives in salute.
Then there's the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. This word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go.
^ I found that somewhere and absolutly loved it.
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My cousin Tanners GF broke up with him tonight. I don't think I have ever seen him like this. I hate it when people get their hearts broken. Even if I dont know them. Even if I hate him. Just knowing what pain their going through. My friend Brittany's boyfriend broke up with her a week ago today. She cant stop crying her eyes out. If only he could see. If only he know..If only they knew. What they put us through.. She is so right..Life Is Unfair. . .Love is unfair. . .
Love is the greatest/worst emotion anyone could ever bare.
I love, love, when im being loved back.
I pretty much have my Taylor back now. But just looking back on what he did to me still hurts. I loved the kid with all my fucking heart...I thought he loved me back. Aparently not. Or he wouldnt of done what he did. He drove me insane. Litterally INSANE! I had never felt pain so strongly before. . .and now that i have him back. I still know I dont mean much to him. But I really dont care. As long as I get to have him again. Even if its just 1 day. I miss him so much, I still love him so much. . too much really. I need him though. Yet I still know he is going to hurt me again. Just as he did before. I wish I could be the one to hurt him. But I could never do that. . I wish I could. I really do. But I don't have the strenth.. I love the kid way to much to ever even attempt such a thing. Love controls us..and its sad.
Margaret Atwood
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-seedlings nosing their tough snouts up among the lettuces, they shout it. Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising their glittering knives in salute.
Then there's the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. This word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go.
^ I found that somewhere and absolutly loved it.
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My cousin Tanners GF broke up with him tonight. I don't think I have ever seen him like this. I hate it when people get their hearts broken. Even if I dont know them. Even if I hate him. Just knowing what pain their going through. My friend Brittany's boyfriend broke up with her a week ago today. She cant stop crying her eyes out. If only he could see. If only he know..If only they knew. What they put us through.. She is so right..Life Is Unfair. . .Love is unfair. . .
Love is the greatest/worst emotion anyone could ever bare.
I love, love, when im being loved back.
I pretty much have my Taylor back now. But just looking back on what he did to me still hurts. I loved the kid with all my fucking heart...I thought he loved me back. Aparently not. Or he wouldnt of done what he did. He drove me insane. Litterally INSANE! I had never felt pain so strongly before. . .and now that i have him back. I still know I dont mean much to him. But I really dont care. As long as I get to have him again. Even if its just 1 day. I miss him so much, I still love him so much. . too much really. I need him though. Yet I still know he is going to hurt me again. Just as he did before. I wish I could be the one to hurt him. But I could never do that. . I wish I could. I really do. But I don't have the strenth.. I love the kid way to much to ever even attempt such a thing. Love controls us..and its sad.