What type of love were you made for?

I’ll sit beside them, for as long as they need, I listen to them if they don’t want to sit in silence, or hands together between us

hug them, take their terrefied body in my arms and keep tight until they want me to let go

Make tea or soup, depending on what type of sickness they have, I’ll bring wet towels and cheek their temperature

Look at their wounds, how bloody or deep they are and patch them up, watch them tenderly and stitch them back together

I’ll dry their tears, sit there for hours brushing away their tears if I need to

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My feet are aching And your back is pretty tired And we’ve drunk a couple bottles, babe And set our grief aside The papers say it’s doomsday The button has been pressed We’re gonna nuke each other up, boys ‘Til old Satan stands impressed // as the world caves in – Matt Maltese

My feet are aching And your back is pretty tired And we’ve drunk a couple bottles, babe And set our grief aside The papers say it’s doomsday The button has been pressed We’re gonna nuke each other up, boys ‘Til old Satan stands impressed // as the world caves in – Matt Maltese

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear But much more for the touch of your whips, dear You can raise welts like nobody else As we dance to the Masochism Tango // the masochims tango – Tom Lehrer

We fight every night for something When the sun sets, we’re both the same Half in the shadows Half burned in flames We can’t look back for nothin’ Take what you need, say your goodbyes I gave you everything // beautiful crime – Tamer

A heart that’s full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won’t heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don’t, they don’t speak for us I’ll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide // no surprises – Radiohead

Physical touch

Quality time

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

Receiving gifts

Now my inner voice sounds like you. I can’t get you out of my head.

I let you in, I let you know me, let you see me.

I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You entered the foyer of my mind and stumbled down the hall of my beginnings.

Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?

Achilles wished all Greeks would die so he and Patroclus could conquer Troy alone

Sand slithering by your hands, unable to stay there, always in the constant moving.

A dim light shining from a street-light, and in it they stand, unaware they’re waiting

A rose bush, beautiful but oh so many thorns that pierce trough the skin making me bleed

The meats fresh, the bones sturdy and it all tastes delicious in the meal we share

The throne is a sign of mighty power leaning over us, you sitting at the top

At your deathbed, me at your side unable to move

I believe the first one was the last, we knew already then we were doomed

At the train station, waving your last goodby before I’m gonna forever

At my death bed, your leaning over me, unprepared to countinue life without me

At the last day, the fall, the crash, the apocalypse, our doomsday

Corpses and blood

The soul and tears

Smiles and laughs

Rhythm and Dance

Bones and skin