A love like…

“I want to love her so much and so well that when people look at me loving her, they won’t think it’s just a phase or that I’m doing it for attention. I want people to look at me loving her and think, I wish someone loved me like that. I want people to look at me loving her and see that I would do anything for this girl and that I’ll stick by her through thick and thin and that I love her even when I hate her. I want people to look at me loving her and know that I love her like I’ve never loved anyone and I won’t be asked to prove it because it will be so damn obvious how much I love her. I want people to look at me loving her and see that I mean well in this life and that even though I screw up, I would never intentionally hurt her. I just want to love her without constantly being judged or questioned for it because I swear I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love her.”


“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons, you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work or to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And that is the love that will be ready.”


I play my heart, I actually trick it into loving someone else
I use my attention and put it into someone else, I focus entirely on him, I love him and miss him
I miss him so much I write about him
I miss his touch, his smile and the way he looked at me
I hurt from missing him
But he caught my mind misleading my heart long before I did,
I was blind to the fact that I’m using him as a distraction from you,
I really thought I fell deep for him
But he saw you in my eyes every time he tried drowning in them
I never understood the anger in his eyebrows and devastation in his face whenever he looked deep into me
He started testing my every word and investigating my every move
He saw you, right under my skin, he felt you.
He knew, that every phrase I spoke; was meant for you
He realized, that every emotion I felt; was waiting for you
How sad…


Strip Me

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.  

You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.


I wanted to touch him, as he laid there. I wanted to consume him wholly; to lose myself in his being, covering myself in his light.

And although my ears were bleeding, I kept listening and watching the way his mouth moved because he told me everything I needed to hear. Everything you didn’t say.

Because the fact is that saying and doing are two completely different things. You said you cared but I showed it. I proved it. I made promises I could keep.

Again and again I ate my wishes and swallowed my dreams. I bit my lip and punished my pride.

There is no need to glorify the pain of unrequited love. There is no beauty in the way they always reach past you towards someone better. It can only mean that to them, dandelions are weeds that blow away in the wind, fulfilling the wishes of others, never their own.

Never Forget..

Originally posted on Xavier Jane's Blog:

I’ll never forget..
Forget the way she looked at me, eyes piercing, seeking some understanding when all of me was already given to be understood. Never..with the way she would touch my skin, tease me with the smallest kiss, push me away when my body urged forward for her lust.
Forgetting the passions we once shared, seeking to relive them with a new sense of excitement. Never forgetting what it means to please her, so that she may always seek to remember.
Never forget just how to love her. Wither it be by the simplest kiss or the gentlest words or vice versa, she knows.
I will never forget..as long as she remembers our love.

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