Tuesday, December 3, 2013

her absence filled the world~

Maybe love is a verb, but I've tasted her. I tasted Her in all her saltiness when she left me and never came back. I tasted her sour, her bitter, her vinegar burning her from the inside out; entering my own lungs in a fiery rage. She was Love; my loss, my love equals loss, my Loss equals Love. 
But then he came. 
He quenched me and quieted me; a long cool drink for both the desert and the ocean in me that knew no end. 
And he is sweet. 

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