mobbleberry:

He put her there, 

up on that lofty pedestal. 

“She belongs to myth’s and fairy tales“ 

He kept telling himself.   

Meanwhile, all alone up there 

she sat convinced that he had left her on the shelf. 

Hurling her shoes at him to get some attention, 

curled up with the clouds

desperate for affection.

She didn’t want to be worshipped, 

or be a deity of his pride. 

It’s a sad little tale, 

of a love that will only ever fail.

For he adored her, 

and she mistook it for loathing.

poetdreamer:

In the beginning there are smiles, giggles, and blushes. Love is cute; love is unspoiled; love is innocent. How much heartbreak later? How many sonnets to loneliness? We who write have spilled our blood know the phases too well.

In the beginning love is forever. Love holds no secrets, no shame,…

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It doesnt mean that if you dont feel something for each other anymore, the love is gone. If love were only feelings, then there’s no such thing as lasting. Love can sometimes turn numb or even be boring. You just have to be patient ‘cause love itself is life. Not all the time you are in for all its happiness, sometimes you also have to give in to its bitterness. But no matter what, as long as you choose and decide to continue, it will be more beautiful.

-Jamich