With you, intimacy colours my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.
I said I would go to hell for you, but I didn’t expect you to leave me there.
— a sentence or two: a series, by psycheo (x
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
I hear a small voice
in the back of my mind
and it is chanting a prayer:
‘Please don’t fall in love again,
please don’t fall in love again.’
Maybe this time I will listen.
Maybe this I will learn.
I loved you before I ever touched you.