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Can’t..

Tell you everything (yet).
Speak my mind without coming to a stop.
Manage to see pieces of you in every new guy/girl I meet.
Be afraid anymore.
Be sorry for how I feel.

I’m sorry my mind is failing to reload the bullets that I’ve set for every emotion:

Love that I love you.
Hate that I ‘hate’ you.
Sad that I messed the future up.
Angry that you’re blind.
Still feel nervous with you in mind.
Happy to have known that someone like you exists in this fucked up world that we all live in.

That’s important to me, SRJA.
You’ve lived long enough to know me. I’ve lived long enough to know you. Isn’t that great? We were so down in most of life, only to find out how alive we became with each other after all this time. Time. Do you think there will be more time? To sort your mind? To distort mine? We are defenseless to what we see in one another.

—¬

My heart ..it thumps harshly to slither threads out of it in search of your precious mind. With your eyes dimmed, heart seeps personal hemoglobin induced by rhythmic longings.. I too, feel your heart in unison, unification.

yournightmarefromgotham:


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” 

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven

yournightmarefromgotham:

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, 
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. 
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, 
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - 
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” 
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” 

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven