For everyone who's ever been in a long distance relationship with someone that is worth every minute.
Sweetness, put your hands up, and put the damn thing down Or I swear the sound will ring throughout the streets of this old town Of someone's heart being shattered into tiny little shards.
Your words are beautiful but bittersweet. They prompt a rush of feeling. I'm lying here at 5am, Staring blankly at the ceiling.
Darkness falls. So do I, Felled like an oak, or maybe more like a little birch. The axe wasn't sharp enough to finish the job in one swing...
They tell you to take it day by day but At some points that becomes overwhelming so Then you have to break it down further into Hours or even Minutes.
It's the little things I really miss; Of course the headlong, deep and passionate kiss But perhaps even more so, the peck on the cheek As he flops down beside me on the sofa, spontaneous and sweet.
12. l o n g. hours. to. go. before your face appears. out. of. the. crowd. of airport strangers and I will feel the. l e a p. of joy. like a bounding collie in my heart. your smile illuminating,.
2010 Stealing glances across the room Your eyes alight on mine I quickly turn my gaze back down Did I look away in time.
Another week has ended, Another week begins. By the end of this one, I hope My good deeds will outweigh my sins. This chapter's halfway over, The page now I must turn.
I see us. One year from now. You're visiting. We're viewing apartments. Imagining Batman posters here. And zombie portraits there. I see us. Two years from now. We're in London illicitly decorating.
"Take all the time you need, my love. I know that things are tough. Though being apart hurts my heart, For now this is enough." "Your dreams are mine as well, you know. For you I want the best.
"Aren't you cold?" an abuelita asks me, huddling in her shawl. I tell her that I'm English, that to me it's not cold at all. She tuts and shakes her head with a smile, we bid each other adios.
Few will understand the pure misery Of living beneath a mountain, next to the gorgeous sea.
There's a hunger in me today. I eat cereal, an apple, two bowls of stew, Yet still the gap yawns. Three glasses of water, A cup of tea, Do nothing to ease the ache.
No one, it seems, is around to talk. So instead I will leave my apartment, walk Along the sea front in the bracing wind Ignoring the hollowness, the lonely twinge.
Beneath rain and snow, We are tiny animals. All things are equal..
How quickly a place can change in the eye of the beholder. After four months, a different city it seems.
Trying to put pen to paper (or thumb to keyboard) Sometimes just doesn't cut it. The words to express a thing don't flow. This is because sometimes, words are not enough.
There are things we must accept Along this road called life. Though they may cause us heartache, And a double share of strife. One of them is distance, The miles between me and you.
Go to sleep, sweetheart, I'll meet you in your dreams. Close your eyes, sweetheart, It's better than it seems. Breathe deep, sweetheart. I miss you day and night.
Love takes many forms; Some are splendid and shining. Some are quietly beautiful like a river ever-running. It is patience and softness. It is unbending strength.
How long can you continuously feel incomplete. How long can a soul be desperate to burst out of its body before it achieves it.
Five a day, eight a night. How easy it is to get this right. Thirty minutes of cardio, two litres of water. If you don't do it - well, you oughta. BMR, BMI, Measure your waist and try not to cry.
Insomnia bites. Hours slide by without slumber. When will I be free?.
Not like me to be apathetic Or unwilling to pull it together. One whose passion frequently overflows, And who all storms can weather. But wide awake I lie here.
You thought you knew where you were headed. You thought you'd end up there alone. You thought you'd remain solitary And that your own heart would be your home.
We haven't met yet, and I don't know your name. Your face is unknown to me, your voice just the same. You have no present; your future, a mystery. But already we have such a long history.
Two years can teach a heart so much: When to talk, when to touch; How to forgive, how not to forget That even the wisest don't know it all yet.
Last night, November slipped away. She blew a kiss and said so long, but she just couldn't stay. Kind December moved in in her stead, With glistening eyes of ice.
What am I to you. The red headed foreigner. Strange accent, pale skin. What am I to you. Speaking practice every week. Verbs, nouns, "Hey Teacher!" What am I to you.
You always know The quickest way The place to go The thing to say You always feel You always see The way to heal All pain in me You never yell You never shout You never dwell You never doubt Your...
On a coach in the middle of nowhere, Shrouded by fog so thick nothing can be seen. Every song reminds me of you, And if I sleep you'll haunt my dreams.
I am cocooned in a tenuously familiar space. Only slightly less alien in this alien place. The rain pounds fists on the windows, the loudest I've known. The streets are rivers outside my almost-home.
Second by second, mile by mile, The gap widens between my love and I. The train cuts through the fields. The plane slices through the sky.
I remember when I was falling half in love. He wore his hair long. We mouthed the words to the same Goo Goo Dolls song.
Time, that cruel mistress, slows the movement of her hands around the clock face. The passage of the sands through her hourglass takes on a painful pace.
A growing, climbing, urgent need to touch your skin, taste the salt-slick-sweat of it, feel you within. A pulsing orb of dark velvet heat washes over my body, an insistent beat.
Returning from talking to you today, there was a smile upon my lips. Remembering your voice and grin, I walked with a swing in my hips.
Your words are kisses, Blown across the stormy sea. I close my eyes, smile..
I look into the mirror and barely recognise my face. Swollen puffy eyes are the all-too-telltale trace Of last night's argument and last night's tears, Born of frustration, longing and fear.
I am desperate today, restless and uncertain. I don't know why I feel this way, But I know my heart is hurting. I haven't looked upon the face of the man I love for weeks now.
At night I lie awake and staring at the dark, Wishing desperately that we weren't so far apart. The distance feels impossible, the never ending miles.
Five years ago, she fought so hard to change the way things were. She turned her own life upside down; such determination was hers.
I am living an insomniac's worst nightmare.
Love comes from the heart, the greetings cards tell me. But I know they're wrong. Love is born in the bones; it erupts like a song. Every part of me aches with it. My rib cage pulls apart.
On leaving England, I racked my mind, missing some item I'd left behind.