#spoosmoos

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promise no one will hurt you revenge will be mine for the insecure fish limited by a damn glass bowl filled with ether from their own shit. fuck the bastard who underestimates my leashed demons.

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I was thinking earlier maybe it was last week or last month but anyway you met me in the summer, when the tide of my joy was high and I could splash on the beach of a life I looked forward to. and then came fall, the shore exposed like bare bone-- the angry fisted cynic I become for the majority of a year, railing against an existence I didn't want to live. and now here we are, drifting to winter, lulled like a child on a sleigh ride maybe I have to just keep living a little while longer and see more of what beauty there might be if I open myself up to eternity, infinity, endless glory

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silent, not distant

our love is a language you can't find in a textbook or classroom. it's written in the scars between my heart and lungs, the lines on my thigh and side that I opened so I could breathe again. it's spoken in noodle moonlight, pet rocks, unicorns and turtles. we read it by the light of the phoenix's fire, write it with the ashes that are left and remember the dust we will become. our love is full of silence and gibberish, but we know nothing of distance.

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the truest self i am with you 

is my best worst version 

of the love i have to give, 

the pain i can’t deny, the dreams 

that inspire and terrify me. 

who i am when im with you 

is more than i could have imagined 

in its range of gentleness and power, 

what i could do and what i choose. 

you did not make me this way, 

but you allow me the space to be

more than i ever gave myself permission 

to show. i have always known who

and what i am, but i had never seen

that person come alive like this.  

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she knits her fingers with mine and says "let's melt together to make one of those abstract paintings--then we won't really be able to be pulled apart." oh, and my heart burst with joy. she said let's be an always together, and I don't have words to say how honored I am, but let me at least try: let's be a candle, our wax melting together in a swirl of storming passion. let's be bread and butter, stars and suns, the crisscrossing lines in the palm of the galaxy... oh the wonder, the beauty, of all we get to be!

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she called him her beloved, and said "thanks for walking with me." he blushed on the other side of the screen, but the words were sent on an impulse of meaning. he wanted to be her always, if she would have him. "may the journey bring us closer to each other," he said. "whether we walk, run, stumble, sink or swim."

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I’m right here

with you 

and this is where

i want to be

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they say we're young but they don't know we've traveled through time and space to meet each other on the edges of our galaxies. they don't know how our cosmic real estate is a prime location for raising dreams, hopes, and courage. to them it's a mystery how we could be so giddy and totally level headed at the same time. maybe it's a secret, or its just the truth of who we are and the roads we're on. our journeys have become tangled, intertwined, but we don't mind. we don't know how it will go, but we hold hands and slow dance while fixing weekend breakfasts, rant and ramble about music movies and comics, trade writing ideas and childhood stories, share fears that have lingered longer than we realized, but we know this: we're here to do life together, and whatever happens, it will be beautiful.