Love

Some love is lost
some is never found.

So what do I do with all the love I have? Send it into the skies? Write it on every surface possible for strangers to see? What you don’t seem to have realized is that this love was meant for you, for you to feel that yes, I would give up everything for you if needed. But of course, you don’t want it, so now I am left with suitcases of this love-turned-heartbreak while waiting in the rain for someone else to come and fetch me instead.
(.)

I am in love with words.
Words that touch.
They may hurt, but they touch.
That's what counts.



Do you know that feeling
that sometimes
something hurts
so bad
but in some kind of
good way
so it still hurts
but also feels like love.



I think
i'd miss you
deeply
even if we had
never met.



Can you carry someone's heart,
while that person doesn't know
you are carrying his heart?



If the love is real
you never owe him
anything.



To be completely honest,
you look so fucking good
every day
it hurts my eyes
and my heart.
It's not your fault,
i know.



I just can't give up on you
not yet.
I'm sorry.

(Pictures from several Tumblr's you can see on the left of my blog)