The cup you picked up, im not sure where it came from. For at one time Our bodies were the chalice for our love. As i used to spend hours pour and filling your body with what once use to be one of the sweetest nectars But as I fear with all the sweetest things, Boredom grew from within and it captured your beautiful mind. Now I am presented with a small cup to fill with our love, yours and mine. And once I allowed myself to pour too much and let that cup overflow, hoping you’d love the feeling as it dripped onto your skin. But as the drops fell confusion consumed you. You drank your small portion from that cup, and the bitter look on your face overtook you as it seemed so unpleasant for you to drink. Our once sweet nectar now the source of the bitter and anger between us. For you see I am still empty. You hand me a cup as i hand you my body. For I still need to fill my body with your all consuming love. For You, Our love is a game, but to me our love is an art, a masterpiece. So as you sit and connect the dots, I paint the Mona Lisa, For all i see is your face, her face painted across the heavens. Our love, Your Cup, My Body, Our Love.
Missing someone so much, yeah that’s the worst pain. But it’s not even just that. Something deep deep down inside me hurts. I know what it is, but it sounds cheesy to say it. People say it movies and novels, but it’s true and i never knew that till now. When you truly love someone and are meant to be…not having them with you hurts. My soul feels torn, that deep pain I feel, is my soul holding on to those moments we shared and knowing that for now I have to leave them. And until you’ve felt it and experienced it, you’ll think im just a cheesy romantic that writes things down. But if you have, you know. It’s a pain like no other. It’s there always. It’s always on your mind. That person is always on your mind. And when you see that person next, just a hug and pain melts away. The soul is at ease, because it knows it’s home, and that is where you belong. For The Love we share is more than just an everyday love, It’s Love in it’s purest form. There is no real word to describe something so perfect. For no man or woman has every taken it upon themselves to attempt such a daunting task. Writers have hinted, poets have described, none have named. But how do you name something so pure, so passionate, so kind, so gentle, so real. You can’t…so for now, all I can say is I Love You. Behind those three words lie so much more meaning. Here i am again at a lose for words, for there are none. Just know, that You mean more to me than those three words will ever mean.