Friday, 28 August 2015
Chin Up Sweet Heart.
There is too many people in the world for y'all to be stuck on one person who don't even want to treat you right.
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
WHEN A BOY TELLS YOU HE LOVES YOU BY EDWIN DODNEY!!
when a boy tells you he loves you,
it will be the first time you hear this.
It's late, and he isn't even there to tell you this in person; instead,
from a car ride home from a bar in Chicago, he is there on business.
Of course, you will smile because
he sounds like he means it,
because you believe him, because a boy has never handed those
words to you like crushed
blackberries in the palms of his
hands-firm, young, full, waiting
to taste sweet with you.
his arms, creeping vines, begging
to touch the sun in your face
saying, ''Here, take everything I
have ever touched to be closer to
you.'' His breath, waiting to be
folded into a love note passed in
between the nape of your neck
and his front teeth.
He will remember the time you
told him you felt safe in his mouth, and he will never grow
hungry. Just distant.
When a boy tells you he loves you,
you will hear music, the voice of your past lovers dancing up your,
throat, your stomach, and after-
hours cabaret still waiting on the last call.
That was when you learnt
when a boy says ''i love you'', he means
''I'm getting ready to be inconsistent with you.''
This boy will tell you that he loves
you not long after he had you waiting for two hours in front of a
cocktail lounge. Patience is
something you were working on,
but no, not for him.
When he asked you tell him that you love him back, you will
be in a car in a parking lot of a
late-night diner. You will watch
the words fall into your lap like a spilled glass of
white wine.
You will remember the day your
courier pigeon heart got lost in
the wind because that was a message you did not know how
or where to carry. And one by one,
the boys have fallen as silently as
the birds do.
so eloquently, they used to speak
until i asked the questions that
broke them into ghosts, that bled
me into a corpse with so many
questions of my own for the soil,
but their tongues do not know simple.
The things i should be hearing, the things that will make us living
men in this time of insatiable, yet
dying lovers.
When a boy tells you he loves you,
only to become silent like a folded
sheet of tissue paper, not wanting
you to decrease him into the truth,
do not crack your face into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom
of a blackened sky.
He never meant a single word of any of it. He is just a boy,
remember? He is just another
silly, sad boy, remember?
it will be the first time you hear this.
It's late, and he isn't even there to tell you this in person; instead,
from a car ride home from a bar in Chicago, he is there on business.
Of course, you will smile because
he sounds like he means it,
because you believe him, because a boy has never handed those
words to you like crushed
blackberries in the palms of his
hands-firm, young, full, waiting
to taste sweet with you.
his arms, creeping vines, begging
to touch the sun in your face
saying, ''Here, take everything I
have ever touched to be closer to
you.'' His breath, waiting to be
folded into a love note passed in
between the nape of your neck
and his front teeth.
He will remember the time you
told him you felt safe in his mouth, and he will never grow
hungry. Just distant.
When a boy tells you he loves you,
you will hear music, the voice of your past lovers dancing up your,
throat, your stomach, and after-
hours cabaret still waiting on the last call.
That was when you learnt
when a boy says ''i love you'', he means
''I'm getting ready to be inconsistent with you.''
This boy will tell you that he loves
you not long after he had you waiting for two hours in front of a
cocktail lounge. Patience is
something you were working on,
but no, not for him.
When he asked you tell him that you love him back, you will
be in a car in a parking lot of a
late-night diner. You will watch
the words fall into your lap like a spilled glass of
white wine.
You will remember the day your
courier pigeon heart got lost in
the wind because that was a message you did not know how
or where to carry. And one by one,
the boys have fallen as silently as
the birds do.
so eloquently, they used to speak
until i asked the questions that
broke them into ghosts, that bled
me into a corpse with so many
questions of my own for the soil,
but their tongues do not know simple.
The things i should be hearing, the things that will make us living
men in this time of insatiable, yet
dying lovers.
When a boy tells you he loves you,
only to become silent like a folded
sheet of tissue paper, not wanting
you to decrease him into the truth,
do not crack your face into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom
of a blackened sky.
He never meant a single word of any of it. He is just a boy,
remember? He is just another
silly, sad boy, remember?
Thursday, 6 August 2015
YOU MY EVERYTHING.
Sometimes I don't know how to feel when you not around. I feel better just having you close to me. I mean anything you give me I will take it because you are all that I want.
You mean more than anything to me. Yes I barely show it but it does mean I don't. Don't want you to leave my arms hey. Like it hurts me when you leave all the time. You marvellous I mean I fell for you, I don't want to share you, I know situations go wrong but I can stand my ground and say my situation with can be messy but we always find a way out of it.
They say love is blind, well it must be, because I cant see me being without you. I'm going to love you when you here with me and love you when you gone. Enough to love you when you with me and love you when you go.
I just had to emphasise that point.
I just had to emphasise that point.
Its either you or nothing. That's just how much you are my loving . I don't have the right words to express just how much you mean to me. I'm grateful each day for having you in my life. You that best thing I have been waiting on.
I had lost all hope in love but I'm too proud to say you the best ... You made me realise relationships do take time to build. I can finally say that statement makes sense now. Only now it does.
I hate it when you have to go for work because then I get to miss you insanely.
Sometimes I think we are little crazy, half the things that we do it amaze me and every time I'm with you baby, you rock my world boy, you better believe me.
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