you're awake at night, sweating under your covers.
he's in every breath. he's between your sheets.
his footsteps tread on your heart, the way they did when your first met.
he's in a song.
he is in your religion.
he is in the smoke you inhale from your cigarette.
he's there when the phone rings, and then you see that it's not him.
he's there when you cry.
he's not there when you cry.
he's the salt in your tears.
he's the stealth that creeps up on you when you're trying your best to forget.
he's the person you think of when you write things down.
do not live to love. it is a vain cause. first you must learn to live, and then you'll be fit to love. don't marry the first boy who tells you the world is in your eyes.
according to greek myth there were in the beginning three sexes - two-bodied men, two-bodied women and half-sex creatures. zeus, the king of the gods, became angered one day and split these creatures with his thunderbolt, scattering them to all ends of the earth. from this time on the seperated sexes have been left to an eternal search for one another in the hope to finally reunite.
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