I could not call my wondering thoughts together.

His name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Baby let's go out tonight!

Don’t you go falling in love

You knew it could never be. It couldn’t!
It was too loosely fabricated; held only together by mutual infatuation.
You were so smitten!
And he was so easily- readily available.
He opened himself to you, told you everything, and dragged you in... Drown you in kisses and choked you with warm embraces. The fucker.
And now the days crawl to a sticky end. Your mind knows only to wander into the heart wrenching memories of his charm.
Reality has set in comfortably just as confusion has.
He just left you there. Perplexed and inquisitive. There are too many questions that have been unanswered!
It was neither good nor bad but thinking makes it so.
So devastatingly bad.

We won't keep you.

It's always like this.

You’ve entertained the thought that you’re out of things to say and you haven’t even started.

You’re not whole. Whole. Whole. Whole.
Even with the sun glowing you cry. You think of what you’ve done and you cry. (Why won’t he love you?) He knows what she is and he won’t believe you.
It’s hard to tell which upsets you more.
1. Knowingly breaking it to pieces and strategically avoiding obvious warnings.  
or
2. Allowing this to all come together in the first place without the slightest concern for him in any regard.
But you can’t stand to be alone so you’ll keep around when they don’t love you like he loves you.
This is what you’ve become. You’re a monster in your own flesh.
Only now, you’re trying to buy more time. You’re not satisfied. You want something more.
Call it mutiny or entropy.
You’re lost.

You compare all your loving. You miss him more than anyone could even begin to fathom. But it’s been years and you know he’ll never belong to you again. It feels like you're coming apart.
Sometimes just about anything breaks your heart.

Satan is happy with your progress.

It will NEVER be enough. He doesn’t call when you’re lonely.

Where have all your insights gone?
You suppose you could probably find them dripping down your chin.
But you could cling to this hour! You hope the future never comes.

It’s not flawless. But it’s still what you want.

You’d like to think you’re able to tell the difference between the deceased and the living. You can’t. For some reason, this doesn’t bother you. Sure, you may look down and think everything amid you is still how you left it; except you have this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach- it’s just there and you have no intention of doing anything about it. What could you possibly do?
Double take shadows? Gaze into voids? Sift through the patterns?
(Ironically enough, you actually do most of these things.)
This may seem remarkably contradicting, it isn’t your aim.
These habitual takes have gotten you nowhere, so now you suppose you’ll just live.  It’s a funny thing- what acceptance will do to a human being.

And so, you wonder if they ever really wake up happy. You know? If they ever wake up WANTING to embark on some routinely monotonous journey. Probably not.
But you did. You woke up today and you were happy.

Found on: LETMEINLOVER

We do not own the sky

Stop asking questions. There is nothing to figure out. The answers you are seeking will not validate you.
You don’t mean to mechanically heed given information, of course, but instead arrest complications and over analytical measures. There is nothing to figure out in your head.

Now, he is a strange and magnificent creature and he has enchanted you completely. You and relationships don’t exactly compliment each other and it’s often the type of thing you love to stay away from, yet he is a delightful significant other, whimsical in every way. You’ll wait helplessly for him to come around and when he does you’ll hope to god it isn’t the mystery in it all that has captured you.  

You know we are broken; it isn’t your desertion that is the primary cause of the crumble- although it may aid heavily- there is no way you could possibly be the one to blame. They probably haven’t taken into account their belligerent and pompous nature. You do not wish to be around that and you don’t know anyone who would (except for the hopelessly captivated and the weak).
Love her for the hell of it and for gods sake, BE NICE!

The overtly idyllic nature of this seems paradoxically menacing

"Surrender yourself and commit to me"

You don't have to see the end in order to know it's there.
There is no other way and there never was.

Oh.
And yeah, you like this girly bullshit. So what?

This moon is not only beautiful

You are emotionally fucked up and will never understand the inner workings of your identification with love.

1. You never meant for this to happen. You don’t understand his sense of humor (or merely didn’t acquaint yourself with it) and you’re intimidated by his established, middle-aged nature. But boy is he ever cute.
2. You’ve never been loved in such a way. You’ve noted the wall you had built in his presence. His facial expressions scare you and you get a funny feeling in your bones when you think of his generosity.

Dear boy,

Because of sweet nothings I had once confided in you in the past I am now haunted by loneliness in your mind. Perhaps this was once the case. However loneliness is the human condition and I’ve grown to accept its lukewarm adoration.

This is not a reason for my justification as I have never had a reason to put my new found strength into words. So here it is! I am careful and happy and all the same I hate to sleep alone.

Now you’re falling away and if it is any consolation I find you to be less charming yet still interesting- halfheartedly so.

We always knew this was the way.

Sincerely,

A fastidious type.