الاثنين، 28 أبريل، 2014

My parents have warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the one with hazel eyes and a heartbeat.

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Since I probably won’t tell anyone about this. I need to write it down. I need to get it off my chest, or better said my lips. I need to remove the swellness of these sinfull lips.
Talking to him was like talking to Mark all over again. Counting the girls you slept with in front of another requires courage, egoist confidence, and a very addictive carelesness. He was one of the men who had all those, and I loved every part of it, specially the part where he was mine.
I loved how he knew the perfect way to innitiate a kiss, and how he grabbed my body, and those ear kisses were something different than anything I've ever experienced.  Before I left he gave me the best hug ever, he even knew how to hug me. His height and long arms helped my body to perfectly fit into his, he pulled my body so close that it felt like our hearts almost touched, and it was like he didn’t want to let go. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and we left ready for a chance of happines.
He is everything I've asked for, and I am not scared.
I am terrified. 

الجمعة، 28 مارس، 2014

And remember!Remember not to give her a bouquet of cut roses that will remain fresh for two days and then begin to wilt. See, what stays in her memory after a week are only the wilted dry roses that will reflect a picture of your future together and the lackluster universe at the end of this love. Remember to give her planted roses that are replenished with the passage of days,just like her, to remind you that life will come back to her heart from her current death. That is what will make her believe that your love is renewable like your breathing rose on her balcony between growth and wilting and then this love can win ..

الأحد، 9 مارس، 2014

Sightless depiction

I can never fully describe someone. Vladimir Nabokov described Lolita in a way that made me deeply believe that I knew her my whole life. How can I describe someone's way of breathing, and that special lonelylike walk they have ? How can I describe their unique smile and the way they build a home in my eyes every time they look at me? How can I describe their summer rain smell, and their winter sun warmth? The feeling the touch of their hair gives me, and the magical awkwardness I feel every time our hands accidentally touch ? How can I describe his lustful look at my body, his hungry arms and the magnetic effect that controls his limbs? Or how he finds shelter in his cigarettes? How can I describe the trembles in his loud laughs, and the gauche honest ones? His tough inadvertent cover, and his silent sensitivity? His infinite resoluteness, and his smart denial? Or his confident tongue, and his filled teeth?   Oh... I think I just did.