Eddie / 27 / Asshole / Gentleman
This blog is NSFW.
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone."
Lui. Lui. Lui.
Tout lui.
Chaque cellule, chaque atome.
Chaque tendon. Chaque navire.
Chaque mèche de cheveux. Chaque pore.
Sa voix.
Son toucher.
Son look.
Son odeur.
Son goût.
(Avidement, je les prends pour moi, jamais rassasié)
Tout ce qu’il était. Tout ce qu’il est. Tout ce qu’il doit être.
Il est l’espoir dans mon cœur.
Il est la joie dans mon rire.
Il est la beauté dans ma vie.
Il est mon amour. Il est mon tout. Il est mon âme.
Et il est tout ce que je vais avoir besoin.
"As a poet, I’ve always hated the fact that poetry often intimidates people. Many people I know feel that poetry is a test they can only pass if they are smart enough or sensitive enough, and most fear they will fail. Many refuse the test altogether—never read poetry—for fear of failure. Somehow something has gone wrong with poetry in our culture. We have lost touch of its value and purpose, and in doing so, we have lost contact with essential aspects of our own emotional and spiritual lives."
