the boyfriends love.

frozen.

i've been absent for the duration of my time with the gypsy. he's one to be written about and reckoned with, and i could romanticize him into the fairy tales. its a strange time to decide to write about him, finally, on the brink of separation... because the medition on his holiness causes a sort of... seathing pain. and that feeling is so sweetly fatal, oh ones head spins from the considerations of a loss of love. dizzying thoughts of knives and hearts, the way they describe blood, as a sweet smelling thing.

and so it goes. too bad they say, but you know nothing is ever out ruleable.

yes back to the task at hand. to describe the boyfriends love. he...
he held me. helped me feel safe without feeling stifled. cradled my insecurities, and gave me everything that i needed with everything he had. he manifested a connection from sheer will, he is perfectly imperfect. we're done already, 10 months come and gone.. he was so good.

so let this time not pass without a strong acknowledgement for this gypsy o mine. the things that i would write about you i thought earlier tonight. i wanted to write about your black eyes. about your strange way of seeing this world, about your fuck it all attitude and how it turns me on, and how much i admire your ways, simply put. you were everything that i needed. and i wont say that the story is over, how can it ever be over. it just changes, morphs into what it needs to be.


ho but really its all just a big path we forge for ourselves called love. this path is full of pretty faces and bodies. they all have their place in our hearts. this one will stay in mine in the most amazing way. hes a boy that caught my heart, and once you catch a piece of my heart im hard to let go of. i'm hard pressed to fully ever let you go. this intoxicating dangerous quicksand.. that i can be to those that love me, i both savor and fear, in myself.

but he got me to love him. and love him i do.
fuck, he was great...

now im wondering, with joy i might add,
whats next? who's next.

step right up, you're the next contestant..