Saturday, November 21, 2009

I love you.
I miss you.
I do not like being away from you.
You give me the only reason to stay where you are.
I want to pack you in my suitcase, my only necessity.
Love is no good for creativity.
I'm far too happy for poetry writing.
I do not care if it is impossible for you to always be happy.
I make it my life goal to make you happy at all times.
You hear that?
My life goal.
I'm going to come home.
Home to you.
No more airplanes.
Je t'aime, but you're crazy love.

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