Wednesday, November 30, 2011

from a time when i was in love:

I watched the gold flecks in your eyes dance in circles around your pupils. I felt your legs shift beneath the covers and goose bumps race across your skin. I cant help wondering if things will always be this way. My true love, this time i know its real. My heart, mind, and soul all agree with each other. I felt your hand on the small of my back and i burry my face in your chest. Your skin's so cool against my face. Your arms support me, and i feel like the weight of the world could not tear me away. I love you from a deeper place. I hope we remember every moment we have together. I hope that we always stay this way

Then i am insane

As long as I can remember, I have been in love with love. I distinctly remember falling in love at 14. But even before then I was in love with movie characters, or book characters. I am a harsh woman. I can be quite a handful. I am difficult and stubborn and pig-headed. But underneath it all I am a romantic, a hopeless romantic. in the dictionary the definition of a hopeless romantic is: A hopeless romantic is one who never gives up hope for romance despite frequent heartbreak.
I'm no stranger to the word heartbreak. I have been jaded, but it is never enough to keep me away. I really wish it was. Insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly hoping for a different outcome. Well, then I am very very insane.But then again, I've been told most of the best people are.