Amy

“A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,
a thousand hearts will read these words,
as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,
repeatedly, again and again and again.

Some will mock, some will laugh. Some
will shed a tear. But it is written
only for your lips, your eyes, your heart,
beloved.

Do as you please.
It is written by an ideal heart,
intense, yet free, when in thought of you.
Written from a dehydrated pen, that
shed the last drops of her blood,
onto you. And still, you do not know me.

No, you will never know of this desire.
It is a shame, when love cannot love,
who she loves, amidst these mortal games.
And No. It is for me to know,
and for you to close the last pages
of my confessions, making nothing of it.

As always, like always,
I write for you and for the madness
that stirs in every soul that has once burned, and for the tender parts of your soul, too.

Nothing is hidden, nothing is revealed.
The separation between the soul and mate,
between lover and the beloved,
is through spirit, is it not, my love? Or is it flesh? There, there is the clue.

And this, this is the nature of our love. Forbidden,closed, then left ajar in oblivion.
My eyes touch your lips, your eyes touch my lips, yet, no one makes a sound.
No one moves on.
What madness is this?

And here you go, turning the pages now,
there you go.”
― V.S. Atbay

“Someday you’re gonna realize that no one on this earth will ever love you the way I do. You’ll wish you’d said the words, wish you’d had this moment back. The truth is whether you say them or not I’ll still go on loving you. Even when it hurts, even when I feel it cut me up inside and I bleed…I’ll still love you, but someday…probably sooner than either of us want it to be….someday…I’ll hate you for it.” Raylan’s words are cruel and wonderful at the same time.”
― Ashley Jeffery

“Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.”
― Sarah Cross, Kill Me Softly

“sometimes no matter how many eyelashes or dandelion seeds you blow, no matter how much of your heart you tear out and slap on your sleeve, it just ain't gonna happen.”
― Melissa Jensen, The Fine Art of Truth or Dare