She said..

"I have dusted off the past.

 I don’t care about the future anymore. 

 And in this present moment there is absolute nothingness.

 This can’t be Nirvana. I am guessing that would have felt good.

 This blankness of purpose.

 The blandness of life.

 This state of ineffectuality.
 Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear.

 You see, I am also often out of words."

Damned

I’ll be damned

For I have sinned

Not once not twice

But many times since

You line up your guns

For my hands are raised

I am happy to take your bullets

Into my embrace

And that’s how I will end

If not in your arms

But at your hands

This will not be revenge or retribution nor malice

They will call it love. Deep. Heartfelt. Felt.
That will be my poetic justice.

Utopia?

"I'm afraid I love you so much I could stop breathing. And mostly I am afraid if anything was to ever happen to you or us, my heart would stop beating. I mean it."

Of limbs and you.

"So many retakes,

 So many heartaches,

 And yet I long for you - my soulmate.

 The source of all my tensions and headaches,

 I’d still give a limb to see you wake.

 So tell me what it takes…" 

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 A limb won’t do,

 I need all of you.

 Just hold my hand and stay,

 Every morning, night and day.

 Because I’d rather go mad with you,

 Than be mad without you,

 To love and to suffer,

 Each other.
 To want one,

 In all the virtues and vices that they make,

 Maybe, that’s really all that it takes…