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and you waltz back in

and i resist

and here you are

goodbye as you stand

and farewell as i leave

and so how the hate burns in the hearts of men

how the flames of passion seems to burn like wood

but wood is from the earth

and love is simply an idea of stupid men

born from the the earth

and burnt to flames

to be sent to the heavens

by air

and by steam

and by heart.

japanese izakaya

new york bar

montreal pub

vancouver dreams

a tuesday night and the couch full of lies

then my truthful love

that i will tell you about

and you will leave

and i shall die

in my rhum and whiskey and a beautiful hemingway

without your waking

and i alone

you are the most beautiful broken nightmare

a dream i die for

and a waking memory

i love the way we bleed together

and forever

just a touch in the feeling life

can you feel me slide in
can you hear your blood pound
i will think of you in pieces
i will picture us found
my filthy mouth, well it makes my mom proud
i will bask in our disaster
if it’ll phase us out

love and hate

Love, will be the weaker of the two, love is intrinsically transferable, we can divert our love to many things it is a surface emotion, a blanket for so many things that an item or person makes us feel, hate on the other hand is permanent, when we hate an object we hate it in its entirety as a whole, we can not diffuse this to other objects, one cannot hate another and lessen the ‘original source of hate’ by hating others or by separating this hate onto objects, we cannot fill the void of hate with material possessions like we can with love, hate is stronger than love, thankfully we can decide, and only we decide to allow hate, it is so, so numbingly tiresome to hate, whereas love, well this is energizing.

could you ever think to remember how i have thought of you

how i have looked at you without you seeing

how i can see you without a look

how you are so pretty without my eyes to lie

how beautiful the empty page

such perfect unknown potential

misery loves company?

i am the happiest alone

therefore

 happy

our hearts moves so often

and the lucky ones will not even change direction