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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hard Love
[time] => 2006-12-18 16:11:41
[hometext] => it was love like sugar and stones, giving and taking, making and breaking. ...real.
[bodytext] => You draw me in notes in your books of poetry on your yellowed paper, singing like I could be a goddess and it kills me because I know I could never be the goddess you deserve because my music would never match up to the sound of your guitar. I save my smiles for you, keep the most special ones tucked inside the hollows of my cheeks, so that on winter days when the sun hides behind whirlwind clouds and you hide under the sheets, I can light up your world, even if it’s just for a little bit. You mean that much and I swear that if you told me to never ever smile at anyone but you I would gladly answer yes before you finished taking a breath. My eyes are so dark in yours and I can see what you see when you see yourself reflected in the black. I’m constantly remembering when you told me you see some kind of infinity in them and it’s a sign that I would never perish. ‘But everyone dies,’ I argued. ‘Not you. babe. You’ll flow through the veins of the cosmos long after your body has wilted away.’ I wanted to ask if you would flow with me, if you’d come along for this infinite ride. You lay kisses on my cheeks, my head, my wrists but never my lips and it scares me the way I hold on to this hard love. Your hands are hotcold when you trace patters down my spine, and though your face is guarded, your muscles tense and I can feel you fighting your bones. You hold me with such reserve, never one step out of line, afraid to hurt me, yet sometimes I think that you press roses into my hands just to see me bleed. Even while you murmur promises and sketch your affections in constellations I can’t help but thinking of how it never did make sense for you to love me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 43 [informant] => keilantra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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