"He loves me." He shared with me his secrets, Hidden between kisses. I stockpiled every last one, Treating them like stained glass; I avoided touching them, But I loved watching the world Through his colorful view. ~He loves me not.~ He only ever looked at me Through a rainbow lens, And it leaves me … Continue reading He loves me; he loves me not.
I truly hate how people use the term chaos to define things, anything at all. Chaos is wild and unfocused, being family to disaster in general. “Real love is always chaotic.” No, just...no. Not even remotely close to being an accurate statement. I see love as being fairly subjective, different for every person. Even so, … Continue reading “Real love is always chaotic….The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.” – Jonathan Carroll
That little light from your lampshade 