#misplaced love

[petemcintirewriter]

Model cred: SugarTits.

[petemcintirewriter]

[petemcintirewriter]

XO

To the love of my life

Although

I believe I know the

Way that you taste

I only vaguely recall

My dreams from last night.

Wrap yourself in me

Say that

I should believe.

Don't be a Notch

On my headboard

Be a cigarette burn on my sheet.

1/3.5

-Pete McIntire

@redlightwriting

[petemcintirewriter]

One day I’ll find you,

I’ll be yours & you’ll be mine.

We can struggle till we’re older &, tell the world we’re fine.

1/3.5

[guesswhoppeeked]

I was so blinded by love that I watched the dagger in your hand as it slid between my ribs, and as you drew closer I still expected a kiss. My face blushed, my clothes torn and bloody, I know better now. But he still holds my heart, he still craves your touch, but I can’t let him, and so he plans to kill me instead.

[ourthreadsoflife]

Misplaced Love

A sense of belonging is what we all unknowingly desire, especially from people who we consider family. Words or actions that hint at “I love you”… “I care for you”… is all we need to tag-along. Funny how people who love you cause you the most harm, unintentionally. Their well-intended actions bind you, deplete your freedom, and make you morph into a version that conforms to their love. Boundaries are drawn for you, dreams are drawn out for you, and the path is laid out for you to walk on. Now all you need to do walk along the path. Easy right? Wish lives were that easy. Many people just walk along blindly. Never paying any heed to their own voice. They don’t ever recognize their own voice. They don’t even know they have one. Their heads are filled with echo of guidelines drilled into them, they simply don’t question what they have been told, they don’t heed to their own voice of reason, drowning their own voice with echo of guidelines. Many others struggle their entire life torn between the echo and their own voice, while conforming to the echo. Some master the art of pacifying their own voice for they don’t want the hassle of all the questions that will be hurled at them. Some find the will to pay heed to their own voice and courage to face-up to people trying to drown their voice. Then go on to live in harmony. Rarest of rare cases are those lucky souls who are encouraged to recognize their own voice and live in harmony with themselves, at least in their inner circle. Brilliance can only be achieved in harmony. People outside their circle may never understand an anomaly, they may appreciate their brilliance or burn them for blasphemy or ignore them completely only to recognize them years later. Where do you lie in this spectrum?

[lunamorr]

I would have searched the whole world over for you…

[i-platypus]

If you are not mine to miss, why do I? If you are not mine to lose, why do I feel I have lost everything?