We could have been the inescapable truth, my love
We could have held galaxies in the tiny spaces between our intertwined limbs.
We could have ended wars with the roses hiding in our voices,
I could have written novels about the precise shade of your eyes.
II. He had already sent His love across the border, I couldn’t make it in time
III. He was a lonely ruin, Decrepit and rotting away I lost myself within his walls, Then he locked me out in the cold
One taught me that there is no love without pain, Another that love is selfless to the point of self- loss, The last that you should never trust a cracked mirror. I am happy despite him. Despite all three of them.
“I’m telling the moon and the sun,
I’m telling the sky and birds,
I’m telling heavens about my love for you.
Don’t be surprised when one day they’ll start telling you about my love.”—me, 15.07.14 (via somedaylovehope)