Twenty Years Across The Sea

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

— likeawritingdesk (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

“We loved with a love that was more than love.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

If I cannot love you openly like I wish, if I cannot hold your hand when walking Or wrap you in my arms late at night. Then I will love you silently, in my mind and behind closed eyes For there, there is no rejection or heartbreak. And surely it is better to love silently than to not love at all?

—unknown

reading poetry forces you to ask wrenching, necessary, impossible questions, like "is the author stupid? or am I?"