Neal
I love him so much I want to fight with him. I want to be so inexplicably angry with him I grit my teeth and beat his chest. I want to push him away from me and scream regrets and false insults at him. I want to cry and weep with hopelessness afterwards, have a cigarette and a drink and try to ignore the incident and its demanding pain within my heart. I want to crawl into bed with him, our cold shoulders the only wall dividing our true emotions. I want to feel the urge to touch him, to try and sob a genuine apology, not remembering whose fault it really was. I want to kiss and make up and beg for his love again because at that point I'll know I've loved him enough. I'll have gone through our hell to only crawl on my knees and beg for his love back. I'll know that he's my sun and my moon and my world and my entire cosmos. It'll hurt to love him and it'll ache to hate him. But through it all, I will want him continuously and unconditionally. His touch and his laugh and his smile, I'll want to protect it and have it be mine forever. All because I love him.
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How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
