lovers

I left smiles on your wordless lipsThe night roads- dismal and narrow,dream__ path remains shadowy wideas our lone hearts felt that arrowFrom the Poem 'My Tomorrow

Adding to my emotional dizziness on Sunday, I spoke with my sister, who kept noting how amazing Michael is, and what a brave and selfless man he is for having helped as he did.

But I stayed up thinking about how I've been lying to him, no less than I lie to myself in my pre-sleep ritual. And I lied to him again just as we were growing more intimate than ever and he asked me about my scar.

He clearly suffers from some past traumas too, so hopefully he'll understand why I was untruthful to him about mine.

Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.

Life is the lover's responsibility.

Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.

Some say that Love, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings and in a moment flies.

With even the slightest upset, detachment soon followed. I didn__ lose sleep over men, and I was too restless to be tied down. The grass didn__ even have time to grow around my feet before I was planning my next escape _ whether it was to another state or out of someone__ life.

I__ passing the bar Where you first got in my car I__ not ashamed to admit That it__ you I won__ forget I saved your cigarettes andBad habits I regret But the hours flew by like cloudsWhenever I had you around Parachute loverTake me awayFrom the plane that went crashing And the earth that__ in flamesSaving you is saving me High above the redwood treesBut down below I see shadows And parachute debris We're drifting like children Along for the rideEach time we find love Another parachute arrivesOur madness will burn As bright as the sunAnd I__l keep finding lovers But you were the one

What should I call you? A friend, a stranger, or a lover? I remember the day you laid your eyes on me the first time. There was just something unwavering about that moment. It wasn__ peaceful or absolute. It was definite. Something that was bound to happen. It was like as if our souls were waiting for us to collide. And oh we did! We collided like meteors, giving this universe a spectacular view. From my 2 am thought that used to keep me up at night, you soon became my 2 am call. From an almost stranger to my skin, you became a part of me. But just like every collision, ours also had to end in destruction. The 2 am call soon became a 2 am thought. The thought still keeps me up at night, but not for the same reasons. From strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers again, our journey hasn__ been ordinary. Someone asked me about you today and for a moment, I didn__ know what to call you. Who are you to me now? A friend _ no. Definitely not a lover. I guess, you and I _ we are just strangers with memories.

Let go of all hate, love one another deeply.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

You have to love what you do, to give your best.

In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.

I don__ like seeing you hit.___ell, to be quite honest, I don__ like being hit unless it__ by you._ As soon as it was out of my mouth, I realized what I had said. __hat sounded all sorts of wrong.___nsanely so, actually.___o be clear,_ I said to any overhearing ears, __ hit him back--___ard.___t__ a very give-and-take, non-abuse type hitting situation__he sides of Liam__ mouth folded up like an accordion. __ou should probably stop now._____ trying. My mouth keeps moving of its own accord.

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

What matters in relationship isn't how you see each other, but whether you see each other.