“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like...
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cowpuncher:
Ah it's a metaphor really. I think he's saying that she is like food to him, he needs her to exist or survive.
weedfarmer:
He saying to survive, or he,s a cowboy zombie.
I can't drink. I gave myself liver disease from drinking and drugs so I had to quit. I can't self medicate anymore. When the loneliness and heartache start to gnaw at me it's tough. My bar is still sitting here, all stocked up from when I could drink. Sometimes I want to pull a Leaving Las Vegas and just give in. I know I'll never
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cowpuncher:
Same. Drinking was how I dealt with stress and anxiety. It's hard without something to buffer that now. Here if you ever want to talk.
gschmelzer:
hey @cowpuncher - it seems we have a lot in common. Like you said in the above comment, here if you want to talk.
Shattered into a million tiny pieces. Fuck there’s not much left now but shards and scars. It’s never hurt this badly before.
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ksew:
I am really sorry for your sad story and your pain. I see how much you loved her. Keep strong though I know how hard it is.
cowpuncher:
@ksew I still love her and always will. She is the end all be all for me. The prettiest thing I've ever been blessed to have pay any attention to me. I wish she loved me back. My heart is dead.
In this part of the story, I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, love in fire and in blood.
Neruda
Unrequited love is an awful thing.
weedfarmer:
Really nice.
Strolling hand in hand through blue shadowed mist
Begging with eyes for that first kiss
Love and laughter abounds through the night
Overflowing a soul teaming with life
Passion consumes when eyes first meet
Lips are pursed and craving their feast
Yet nothing happens, something's amiss
Never getting to share that first kiss
Tony Blisard.
When you fall in love with that girl that does...
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I recited this poem by Lorca to a girl that I am hopelessly in love with.
I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’ve dranken a bottle of wine and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along and I know I’m drowning but I go on down.
She is the most wonderous and...
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infernum:
I love poems ❤️
My instagram is here :
https://www.instagram.com/darinin760/
I post a lot of stuff there, like daily that I don't post anywhere else. If you are curious, repulsed, or attracted by me (which can all be the same thing) have a look. One of my followers there is a girl that I am obsessed with. She knows but does not feel the same way. She's the most...
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IDK my hair is weird. It's I like when it's not so neat. Maybe that's because I've been using pomade and combing it with a side part for a long time now. Maybe it's just the change I like when it's messed up. I wish it would dry like that but it's pretty soft and flat without adding some products to it.
xayah:
Nice photo and hair! Haha
I'm a person of habit. Some good, some bad like most people. One good thing I do is take care of myself everyday. I shave every day, moisturize, and do my hair. I like to smell good even when I'm dirty. Not overpowering smell good, but if you get within six inches or so it's pretty decent. These are some of the things I use
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