I never knew that being love sick was a physical feeling. Because I’ve never really loved anyone but you. I cannot explain the immense pulse of dizzying light that surged through my body as you walked through the door. I was not expecting to see you for a long time. I could not let go of you. My hands became weak as they trembled in yours and my lips became numb as you pressed yours against mine for one last time before you left, so soon after arriving. I could not help but cry. And now that you’ve gone I feel sicker than I’ve ever felt before. I feel like throwing up. There is an icky sensation surrounding the walls of my heart and it is slowly spreading throughout my body.How am I ever going to be without you?
I cannot bear to be without you.
Who should it be at the door
But those lips that I had kissed before?
So close they are, I can almost feel
Those lips, those lips once so real.
You stunned me so, I couldn’t breathe
My fears I felt had been relieved.
But you only stayed for less than a song.
I’ll never quite know what went wrong.
Please don’t play your aching tricks
For a distance between us has been fixed.
Don’t leave me here again so alone.
Darling, please oh please come home.
This is dedicated to the one I love:
I have to get better.
I have to bite my tongue.
For darling, I fear
That the end has begun.
I’ll never forget your arms
How they held me close so tight,
And the feeling of your lips
As they pressed to mine that night.
I’ll always dream of mornings spent
Stroking fingers through your hair.
I’ll keep reminiscing your soft eyes;
Forget them, I would not dare.
You are the one I’d hoped for
Through those many hopeless years.
You are the one whose name
Will never fail to bring me to tears.
You will be kept inside the warmth
Of my heavy hurting heart.
I’ll love you forever and ever
Thought that may sound not so smart.
— Ryan O’Connell, This is Why I’m in Love With You (via seabois)
— John Keats, Letters Of John Keats (via flikka)
Things that I have been diagnosed with:
I think it’s safe to say that I am pretty messed up.
Have you ever been so sad for so long that when you relax your brow it hurts more than when it is crunched up in sadness?
My boyfriend’s Aunty thinks I’m a psychotic bitch.
I don’t think she knows yet that I have bipolar disorder.
The Freshman (1925)
I don’t know what is to become of us.
I had a dream again.
One of those dreams.
Do you remember how the train left without me?
Do you remember how I wandered alone in the rain?
Yes, one of those dreams.
I fear that the end is near.
Perhaps I’m just not myself at the moment.
But when am I ever?