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i dream of love.
i dream it.
but what is more real than this. than you.
the ins and outs, the tumult and compulsion of only you and you and you. what else? who else? ever.
you say that you are, and i listen, i do. but words are too much to describe feeling. how do i say that we sat on the floor, smoked cigarettes in the kitchen, laughed outright at sensitive moments? how can i explain to the masses that hearing you speak things turns me to tears.
i have never been good at describing the curl of lip, the sneer at sentences long past their meaning. i have never been able to describe admiration to an admirer.
i may never explain you.
i dream it.
but what is more real than this. than you.
the ins and outs, the tumult and compulsion of only you and you and you. what else? who else? ever.
you say that you are, and i listen, i do. but words are too much to describe feeling. how do i say that we sat on the floor, smoked cigarettes in the kitchen, laughed outright at sensitive moments? how can i explain to the masses that hearing you speak things turns me to tears.
i have never been good at describing the curl of lip, the sneer at sentences long past their meaning. i have never been able to describe admiration to an admirer.
i may never explain you.