LX-und-Rahh

Perhaps. Forever in my heart and perhaps not always apart. As pure as snow and dirty as the ground, our relationship is always profound. We share a bond, you and I; Despite being of love; so terrified Our damage comes from sources different But similar in pain My wounds have been healed by you and yours I've maybe soothed But perhaps the bridge broken is the path to be picked Promises Despite your vows I have heard It is thine deeds that speak of promises greatest I felt it was your love for her that was certes, and our friendship was important but not made for it. We've gone there now and maybe will travel this road again But I forever w

I crave a soul like mine. One to know what it is like to walk in darkness and to walk in the light. One to protect and one to shiver. One that has felt what I feel, and knows what I know. One to understand, and empathize because they have walked the paths I walk now. A person to love my friendship above all else. A person who I will fight with but contribute to. There is no business of "completing" each other, but rather complementing. (I hope he can reverse a car better than I can!) A man to be proud of, but a man to stand alone. We to respect each others need for privacy and need for solitariness. One whose duties again complemen

The movies are all about the happy ending. Always the guy getting the girl. Always saving the world and himself, one day at a time. What happens when you can't save the world? When getting the girl isn't an option and when Superman isn't Superman anymore, when he's coated in Kryptonite and can't breathe.

I've never been the jealous type of girl. I don't deal well with jealous people, and I certainly don't approve of malicious little girlfriends attempting to elbow me out of the way of their boyfriends - my friends. So why is it all of a sudden that I am drawn to this foul and fickle feeling as a lamb to the slaughter? What is it about you that begins this envious tide deep within my soul? How am I learning to feel this? What makes you different to the rest that I have been with? I feel myself begin to crumble as I question and seek. I adore you, and whilst I know you'd never hurt me, I feel the pull of her lasso you as another hopele