Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Lovers dont finally meet somewhere, They're in each other all along

Love is the scar on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sings, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, a half complete cigarette, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake. the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, the tingly feeling you get when you are touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, backing out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, watching the people screw up around you, making mistakes, making love, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, sticking your head out of a moving car, traveling the distance that seems never unending, kissing someone you cant get enough of ...

No. Love is,
you, I and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.

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