Love Quotes

It was only a moment, but in that moment I loved you more than I will ever love anyone in a lifetime.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

A Heart for rent

A Heart for rent.

I am currently renting a heart. It is not in the best conditions, but I believe it will do, for someone out there  at least.

It has seen many battles, somehow it has survived most of them, but not unscathed. It has been torn, scratched, beaten up, shattered in a million pieces, pieced back together, only to go through the same process over and over again.

It has endured many cold seasons, and lonely times. It has experienced ecstasy like never before, grown twice it's size in an instant, beat for 30 years, each day, somehow, someway, stronger. It has known pain and love, happiness and suffering, longing, joy, beauty, betrayal. It has seen people come and go, it has shed tears of blood. And still, it beats on.

This heart that I offer, this, that I put out there in the market, is not perfect, is not new, not polished. It has been used, a lot, and because of that, it has a lot of worth, or at least I believe it so.

It will not disapoint you, I promise. Because it has been through so much it knows how to appreciate a good offer, if that is what you have.

I have a heart for rent, looking for an owner who would cherish it, care for it, nourish it, even if for a short time. This heart I offer will also cherish, and care and nourish in return. But best of all, I promise that your investment will be worth it, becasuse this heart will love you, should you chose to rent it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015


I wish things were different for us, wish we hadn't allowed this abyss to form between us, but this is where we stand right now, me on one side of the abyss, you on the other, and in between, a huge void, and endless pit.

In the beginning everything was so thrilling, so new. We were constantly looking out for one another, always seeking each others company, caught up in a bubble that allowed for nothing, no one else. Two lovers defying the world, and it worked. We filled that bubble with bliss, with novelty, with laughter and joy, with all the beauty we could muster. For a time we were great. But as they say, all good things must come to an end, and there is an end in every beginning. Ours came the day we allowed the world to come into our bubble. At first, we only let a bit of sun in, forgetting that with the light, dark may follow. We then let out friends in, but we forgot about jealousy, envy, discomfort, doubt and the immense power it can hold over even the strongest of man.

I think that is what started ripping our worlds apart, doubt, which then led to broken trust. You got caught up in your world and I felt you'd forgotten about me, I felt you'd taken me for granted, and I doubted you still loved me. I got caught up in my loneliness, decided to do something for me and forgot to make you part of it, so you doubted my commitment to you. We didn't trust each other with our hearts anymore, and those around us didn't help, and we let life get in the way. Work took all our time, and if it wasn't that, it was family, and friends, and social the time we were done with all that, we were too tired to pay attention to us, so we drifted apart.

Now here we stand, strangers that once were the most ardent lovers. The ones who fell in love with one another no longer exist, and if they do, well, do we even want to try and get them back? We are tired, or that is what we say, just so we don't have to say the truth;, we are done fighting, when in reality, I don't think we fought for the right cause. We fought each other, not for each other.

I miss you...the one I met, the one I was with, the one who fought with me, the one I thought would stay with me until the end of time. Guess I didn't think that the end would come so soon.

Monday, April 13, 2015


"Thank you for the inspiration"

I've lost a treasure that I never had a hold of, I watched it go by like the rising and setting of the solitary sun. Our beliefs kept us apart, I wouldn't accept her's and she wouldn't listen to mine. Right now I'm knocking on a door that leads to nowhere good, a door where I find a dangerous seductress standing behind it, waiting for me to enter and invite me to her bed to lay with her. I can't turn away, misery sure loves company, and she has been the best companion for years.

How does one fix a problem that has no solution? Maybe I will find the answer in due time, in due time maybe the answer will find me, like she constantly does, I don't care which comes first. I've knocked on her door before, she knows me well and always receives me with open arms. I think too willingly sometimes, I hope I won't stay long this time, though to be honest, I am not sure I have ever left her room, her arms, and her dreadful misery.

To play with darkness is her specialty, to twist my word her eternal pleasure, and I am weakened by her charms, sucked into the depths of her lonely life. The worst...I come of my own will, I knock on her door, and the look on her face is always one of pity, but I never turn away. How can I when I find such comfort in this place, though I know that slowly it drags me to the end. I know that if I continue to come to her, it will be death who answers eventually. And even knowing so, I can't turn away. Such is her power over me, and such is my weakness for her.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

When It's just me

Sometimes in the stillness of the night...I call your name...Sometimes a word, a smell, a song...I feel your touch...Letting go is so  hard. As I try to grasp what has been undone  for so long. Why do I desire to hold onto something that burned my soul?

Intriguing...the connection that I thought was there is just a mirage...and yet, it continues to hurt and create a void I seem unable to run from.

Why do I allow this to be so? Constantly searching, continuing to strive. The truth evades me, my fate seems to mock me while the voices scream words of hate.

Take a deep breath and exhale, let the pain run through, maybe in the morning it will all be better, or maybe the strugle will begin again.

But sometimes, when the night is still, the stars shine bright in the sky, the moon rises in the horizon, I call your name...I wonder...can you hear my pain?

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Lost Within

Once more I have to thank him for such beautiful words. I have always said that some of the most beautiful writings come from pain.

One life to live, one death to mourn
One life to give, a birth is born
The end is coming, no need to cry
Tried the prayer, but heard no reply.

The wings of life may come to me.
Don't try to run, don't try to flee.
Everything is closing in
I lost my laugh, I lost my grin.

I saw myself, I know my fate.
The more I know, the more I'll hate.
Don't try to help, don't try to give.
The more you talk, the less I'll live.

Voices heard within my head.
Whispers through my dread.
All is gone but not forgot.
There is no way to escape my thoughts.

I'm lost within

In the stillness of night

I wish I had the courage to tell you what I really want. To ask of you what I most desire; I wish I had strengh to let the words flow freely from my being, and be expelled from my mouth without any restrain, I wish I could just speak of what I...what you...what we...

I dream of it, you know? Every night I go to bed witht the same picture in my head; with you holding me safely in your arms, whispering words of comfort in my ears. I dream of faling asleep to the sound of your voice and the gentle beating of your heart. I dream, and then I dream some more. And under the night's magical hold, all that I wish and all that I dream of becomes a reality to me, until the waking moment arrives, and the idea of you, the feeling of possibility fades away, just like the last stars fade from the sky as the sun rises claiming it's time. The same way reality claims its hold on me, and I become its prisoner.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

One phrase

This is what he sent me. one phrase that made all the difference in the world.

"I have read that Helen of Troy's beauty set a thousand ships a sail, but I have met someone who drives ships home for a smile, a frown or to bask in her shadow. Like the moon, her true beauty shines brighter at night, when all the world is asleep and only I lay awake thinking of one more night, one more moment with her. The face that borught home a thousand ships"