| I cannot even begin to describe just what this poem means to me <3 |
| I cannot even begin to describe just what this poem means to me <3 |


A Conversation With...I have never spoken these words out loud but sometimes you are too beautiful for me to love. But I still love you, do I not?A Conversation With...
You hang your shame around your neck and your love you trap in words and scars.


Love isLove is self-destruction.Love is
Love is taking heart-break by the hand and following her to the cliffs edge.
Love is leading the heart to the gallows, and standing by as heartstrings are severed.
Love is walking the plank. Pulling the trigger. Taking the blade. Love is suicidal, self-destructive, beautiful.
Yes, love is beautiful


TRUTH: I do not know... Truth: I do not know what love is.TRUTH: I do not know...
If its sitting and burning and wondering what it would feel like to kiss you, then I love you. If its watching and wanting and thinking about holding your body close to mine, then I love you. If its wanting
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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Hang your heart out on a limb
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