what i want you to knowi drink tea now.i guess i just cameto appreciate more subtle tasteswhich is why i could no longerstomach us.i don't laugh the same,braying to drown outhow silently uncomfortable i am;i don't shield my bellywith my arms anymore;i don't look at the groundas much when i walk.what's remained the same isi'm still not very good at math.what's changed is i don't mind.here are some things youshould know:the first night i slept beside him,in his borrowed bed,he watched me slide my pants offlike a sailor observing a mermaidshed her scales, parched mouthand wide eyes hoping i'd steponto his patch of land.you think i meant to hurt youby choosing him — that's not fair.you should also know:a lot of the things you thoughtwere not fair.a lot of the things you said to mewere not fair.what's different is i don't believethem anymore.our big mistake was that summerwhere i still let myself believei belong
but you're not a phonyby the time my voice climbssoftly onto the ivory windowsillof my mouth, coming back homeunceremoniously twitching its tail,you will be moaning into your pillow,breathy and vulnerable.i love you best when you're soft,cracked open like an oyster.oh my, i can see your marrow,darling. it's dark and knottedlike a soul.around here everybody has cornersand everybody's cutting them.they buy two-hundred dollar jeansdesigned to look likean unearthed relic. everyone around herethinks they're an artifact.darling this might be hard to believe,but i'm starting to thinkthat you're one of the only realthings i've got.i feel you sometimesin the rare moment of a day,when after slicing itself aroundall of the hard edges of buildings,the wind hushes, reaches out a hand,and ever so sweetly grazesthe tender flesh of my inner elbow.that is the pink patch of skinwith your name underneath. that isthe quiet tattoo.i love you bestwhen i can make you laugh soberand when you shudde
mrs. eliot Iyou are still handsome as ever.please stop drinking.you look thin, you look haggard,look, i brought the dog with me.she misses you.i’m not just talking about her.i’ve been looking for you everywhere,you know;i’ve been poking into pocketsand peering in the bureau drawersand looking underneath the sheetsthat drape the furniture in rarely-usedrooms, expecting to see the darned shoulderof your four-piece suitso i can pull you out from underneathand stow you in a cabinet within me.so i can remind you that you love me.don’t look so grim and horrid,someone must take care of the hornetsunderneath the bed.you need a cozy evening of dogs and gramophones,you must come home.oh, please do—the ether stains the back of my throatso fiercely, i see goblins when people talk,i have looked for you everywhere,how dare you worry me so.you need your home.you need your wife.it has been precisely sixteen minutessince i approached you,oh
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
UnitedSo far awayBut so close anywayGoing separate waysBut connected, alwaysUnited our hearts areTrue friendship Is our treasureEven when afarOur bonds are unbreakableOur secrets we shareFor each other we standEverytime and everywhere
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
a full moon will not bring me backI have learned that thereis a sudden peacewhen one has tired of runningall their life.I have learned that youshould have let me go,far sooner than you didbecause wolves needto be free. Theyneed to ravage the dead;they spear-head the desirefor distance.Remember, darling, whenI told you:"Do not let me touch you,for I will break you"?Oh how I throttled yourcawing with pearl-plated pawsand parted apologies.You swooned over my love,while I howled for the night.
grinning bladesyou asked me what's that what's that onyourwrist and i said it's nothing, my cat did itand you said you're lying; they are spiderwebbed and swelling and i gave you the rusty scissors and saidi'm sorry,i'm sorry.