I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.
I choose to love you in silence
for in my silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in my loneliness
for in my loneliness no one owns you but I.
I choose to adore you from a distance
for distance shields us both from pain.
I chose to imprison you in my thoughts
cause in my thoughts, freedom is for me to decide
I choose to kiss you on the wind
for the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you only in my dreams
for in my dreams there is no end…
She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just to escape the spell shes put you under. I’ve tried to break myself of her over and over, but its pointless. I’ve got more of her in my veins than blood.