
This has been my "long experience of love":
I see two eyes like two children
straying through a forest.
They say: what gnaws at us is the wind, the wind,
and I, I reply: Yes, I know.
I know of a girl who weeps; her love -
it's been two years - went away;
but she says so sweetly: It's the wind, the wind.
And I, I reply: Yes, I know.
straying through a forest.
They say: what gnaws at us is the wind, the wind,
and I, I reply: Yes, I know.
I know of a girl who weeps; her love -
it's been two years - went away;
but she says so sweetly: It's the wind, the wind.
And I, I reply: Yes, I know.
So often I'll wake up in my room
thinking a voice spoke to me -
Yours, but the night murmurs: the wind-
and I weep in my bed: Yes, I know.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
thinking a voice spoke to me -
Yours, but the night murmurs: the wind-
and I weep in my bed: Yes, I know.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist...
-Frank O'Hara
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist...
-Frank O'Hara


"If you’re ever in need of anything – like someone to love you – please call me."
-From An Affair To Remember
"I won't keep circling the ocean forever, hoping I'll spot your island on the horizon, uncolonised and flying an old, tattered flag. You on the shore with the sand between your toes."
- I wrote this for you
"It goes like this: I spent YEARS—and I mean every MINUTE of them—building you this…huge house inside of my heart. It had many little rooms where we could be silly, or naked, or sweet-sap corny. or maybe we could just talk or fight or be together in silence. Nothing was missing. Except you. So I waited.
But you never arrived, and the house started decaying. And I, I just couldn’t STAND it. And so I burned it down and demolished the whole thing with a steamroller.
And suddenly…here you are, with your little suitcase. You find me standing among the ruins. And then you ask me why I’m so sad. And THEN you ask me why I’m so ANGRY.
Don’t.
-Maritza Campos
But you never arrived, and the house started decaying. And I, I just couldn’t STAND it. And so I burned it down and demolished the whole thing with a steamroller.
And suddenly…here you are, with your little suitcase. You find me standing among the ruins. And then you ask me why I’m so sad. And THEN you ask me why I’m so ANGRY.
Don’t.
-Maritza Campos

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah.
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah.



Marilyn looks how I feel: like her heart is an empty room, with walls of the deepest blue.
2 comments:
I hope you start to feel better soon. I know exactly how you feel - but one of my New Year's Resolutions this year is to just not think about the whole boy thing. It's going quite well!!
Also, I want to be more ceebratory. SO I'm going to have a baking week, where I bake loads of cakes and then give them out to my friends, fairy cakes (red ones!) for my fellow students on the Friday and amazing chocolate brownie on the Saturday. The brownie will be given out by me cycling to see the friends. Platonic relationships should be celebrated too!!!
I do plan to eat the remaining brownie with a few friends whilst watching David Tennant as Casanova (because who could match up to him??).
I hope you have good, fun plans!!!! You should celebrate it for yourself, celebrate your full fabulousness (because you *are* fabulous and you don't need a boy to tell you so).
And so ends yet another crazily long comment. Sorry!!!
'Marilyn looks how I feel: like her heart is an empty room, with walls of the deepest blue.'
I really liked this line.
It is so rather poetically lovely :)
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