“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” — John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
I crave the intensity of your presence
even when you are near me; I hear you
forming words for good-bye, I hear your
faltering steps moving away long before
you leave. Tomorrow will not always come.
There will come a moment when it will be
smashed into tiny bits of long ago memories
with the hammer of inevitability & all I will
taste is the dryness of your last good-bye,
grinding against my teeth, trying to
tunnel its way down into my throat.
Dry heaves tear at my body, leave me
feeling empty. It’s as if I’ve forgotten
the sweet taste of how it feels to be loved
Peace & Love,