That Girl Bites Like A Wolf

21. Perth. Idealistic but idle. Just a few written thoughts, fleeting words and mindless chatter. Sideblog.

[idleinmyideals]

For every night I've spent alone, there will be 50 wrapped in your arms. For every meal taken in silence there will be a hundredfold more next to you. We will never spend another day, wondering if the house will be empty when we return. Or another morning without the sun and a kiss to wake up to. If all I have to do is wait for you, I will do so, knowing you are coming.

[idleinmyideals]

"For when you discover you are Eurydice, he will be no Orpheus. Sing your own way out of hell."

[idleinmyideals]

Why do I miss you

I love you but

Is my self no longer sufficient enough

To lie at night alone and feel

The absence of you follows

The shape of your nest

That you made by

Settling in the nooks and crannies of my life

Is your ghost

Haunting my next step

Peeking from the corners

I have yet to turn

Into some kind of lovesick fool

You have made me

Made me

Miss you

[idleinmyideals]

My darling I'm a hopeless romantic, but even romantics get worried too.

Worry of big cities new to us both, niches and crevices we've yet to know.

To worry of failings that have yet to pass, places and spaces we'd get to at last.

Or worry that one day it had been naught, and whisper that maybe I should have not.

I'd worry if your love would keep me full, nothing else would matter if it would.

So dearest soothe my worries and wipe them from my brows.

Keep my belly full with your kindness, feed me your sweet words and warm the fires of our hearth.

I can live on togethers if together's with you.

[idleinmyideals]

I am caught in a tide pool of nostalgia. The old songs we used to sing reverberate in my chest. You have gone and left a faded sliver of who I used to know you as. I read and read and read your words but they are not you. Time passes and years end. And again I forget.

[idleinmyideals]

Let my hips spell our name and your hands make a fist.

And the moonlight shines bright through the steam and the mist.

While your phone buzzes softly, sliding off to the side.

As I grip your arms tighter, feel your lips pressed on mine.

Let us laugh in hushed whispers, let the rocking stand still.

Make me promise forever, and I tell you I will.

[idleinmyideals]

May I never run out of ways to say,

I Iove you each and every day.

Like a river that never runs dry,

let words of affection pour forth.

It would be a sin to make you cry,

let me always know your worth.

My darling dear, my dearest one,

Please miss me when I'm gone.

And like tides return and birds come to roost,

I won't be gone for long.

[idleinmyideals]

My fingers splayed upon your back, I trace the marks across your skin. Without a scratch, you bend and weave and fly beneath my guiding fingertips. I feel you pulse, reverberate, as heated muscles start to shake. Your hand finds mine. Searching through the sheets, tracing a path over waylaid pillows, forgotten dreams, ignoring misbegotten things. The quiet there remains.

[manicherry-deactivated20240511]

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

— unknown

[idleinmyideals]

One day you'll be mine, to hold in my arms, our limbs intertwined.

With no one to stop us, or keep us apart. I'll stay by your side and take care of your heart.

Let me be privy to all of your fears, the secrets you hide, let me wipe the tears.

Grow up with me slowly, adventure awaits.

I can't wait my darling, just know I can't wait.

[idleinmyideals]

My dear,

For all the times ahead I'll leave you,

I'm so sorry to go.

I'll miss your palms placed on my head,

or hands linked through and through.

My fingers weaving in your hair,

head heavy on my chest.

A week or two, a month or three

however long I'm gone.

I'll work my way back to you dear,

Sit with you and I'm home.

[idleinmyideals]

There is a box in which I keep,

intangibles and incompletes.

This box is hardly full for me,

I fill it up with deeds and feats.

Your charming wit,

Your rakish smile.

Your compliments that last awhile.

A little bite a little kiss,

You'd think that these just wouldn't fit.

But yes it does

I need it to.

For it has yet to

Squeeze in you.

[idleinmyideals]

We lack the time to live in bliss.

I love you as the waiting stars miss moonlit oceans 

as thick clouds kiss the sky like an

obscuring mist.

How the world seems dull, compared to

the way you look at me, for me.

Let me know of the banality, and frivolity,

the inane and mundane, the vapid and rapid.

As the seasons start to change

And the tides turnin their beds.

I'll keep this love with me and

you in my head.

[idleinmyideals]

Sometimes I wish I died when I was still holy, too young to have lost the grip on faith. They say children are the most blessed but I'm too far past that. There is no return on knowledge, let me die when ignorance was bliss.

[idleinmyideals]

You make the knot in my chest feel less tight.

[punklovecore]

💌 Love letter 💌

[major]