#Love Literature

[wordsofpoetry]

The earth could end and I would still think about you

[hakaan05]

Please stay on my skin, stain my clothes, exchange breaths. Carve your existence into mine, go beyond just memories, leave a tangible scar. I don’t want to just remember you

[murakamijeva-muza]

Seems legit

[dactylicreveries]

-Charles Bukowski

[rheamxe]

Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved, hope to maintain a precarious faith in our species.

~ Alain de Botton

[pollyendings]

Black Veil Bride

My Black Veil Bride loves me

But is too afraid to admit it;

She is great at hiding

This particular secret from me

And I know all of her tricks.

My Black Veil Bride adores my words

As she grins greatly when I speak.

I stop but she wants much more

Like a virgin discovering porn

For her I use brilliant vocabulary.

My Black Veil Bride is hurt;

A piece of porcelain that’s cracked.

Betrayal from a wicked church;

Somebody will forever burn

For placing a knife in her back.

My Black Veil Bride is alone

After the disappearance of her mistake.

So I took her to my home

Where she could never be alone

But cries when she awakes.

My Black Veil Bride loves me

Even when she makes me doubt.

She is great at hiding

This particular secret from me

Especially when she finds the way out.

[k9iro]

“Behold my stunning allure like that of a rose, and dismiss the lingering sting of my thorns.”

— Wrath

[wordsintheattic]

"You are different."

"How so?"

"Look at everyone else, they are merely words, while you are the poetry."

- Timothy Joshua

[vvvvlikecats]

Have I ever told you that I like the smell of the stars?

I think they might smell like you.

[ai-no-tsukii]

[itsd-are]

somehow through the colored hair, and makeup,

and in between every meltdown,

riding along through all my reckless choices

and careless efforts to change my entire being

he caught of a glimpse of

who I really am,

and he liked me;

no, he loved me.

[wordsofpoetry]

A butterfly can't see it's own wings. It will never know how truly beautiful it is.

[hakaan05]

Slave me into your routine, kiss me before the sun could, kiss me on places only the sun would, for I live the day my toothbrush find its home in your bathroom sink, the day my name feels old in your lips

[aminadeux]

The common world stood quiet inside of his heart chambers. Without migrating to the hights of his glorious mind, where his essence was kept locked from the eyes of an indolent. A place known only by him, radiant and abundant in refined thoughts.

No one could have understood a word. Because he didn't think with a mortal mind, but spoke with luminous cadences, in ancient tongues, where the flame of the heart collide with the integrity of the mind. Pure and powerful.

[dactylicreveries]

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a dog from hell

[astr0spoems]

Marionette (8-1-23)

Pluck, Pluck, Pluck

You pluck at the strings of my heart

The sounds you enjoy from your personal harp

Pull, Pull, Pull

You pull on the chords tied to my arms

Wrapping them around you in a selfish embrace

Tug, Tug, Tug

You tug at the rope around my neck

The rope you call love tied like a noose suffocating me

Yank, Yank, Yank

You yank at the threads on my legs

The threads that pull me away, banishing me from your life