“Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.”
“To wish you were someone else is to waste the person you are.”
“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”
“And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets, even when they make love, it never feels close enough.”
You Are labored breathing to slow my heart its thundering rhythm mock me in silent surrender i taste the salty evidence of my broken hope  as it drips from my eyes witness the everyday harsh reality of my cowardice escaping these precious drops of my soul happiness is fleeting for the mere moments with you attention i crave for my gentle heart that’s what you are

You Are

labored breathing
to slow my heart
its thundering rhythm
mock me in silent surrender
i taste the salty evidence
of my broken hope
 as it drips from my eyes
witness the everyday
harsh reality of my
cowardice
escaping these precious drops
of my soul
happiness is fleeting
for the mere moments with you
attention i crave for my
gentle heart
that’s what you are

areaofinterest: Michael Chase
legs poetdreamer: legs wrapped ‘round legs holding up… then legs pressing down. and legs holding tight legs tangled through the night.

legs

poetdreamer:

legs wrapped ‘round
legs holding up…
then legs pressing down.
and legs holding tight
legs tangled through the night.

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jhayjhaythejetplane: Fuck, I hate myself for thinking that drowning myself in alcohol is synonymous to forgetting about my feelings for you. But it’s the only thing that works. For an hour or so, you’re actually not on my mind.

jhayjhaythejetplane:

Fuck, I hate myself for thinking that drowning myself in alcohol is synonymous to forgetting about my feelings for you. But it’s the only thing that works. For an hour or so, you’re actually not on my mind.

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