I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.

Elizabeth GilbertEat, Pray, Love (via feellng)

Fault Lines

lzlabs:

Tempted by his passion for me
he wrote of futures
dressed in silky satins
and I floated off in space
tied to ribbons from his tongue


That was his fault

Covering him in luscious language
I wrote of rendezvous
dressed in corsets of silk
that tugged his taste buds
on strings of golden splendor

That was my fault

We played with matches
on drought filled dreams
burning holes through our hearts
that we both knew
couldn’t last a summer

We were both at fault

When one’s heart is drawn to the flame
desperate for the fire
our fault lines grow deeper…



angelsmusings:

I’ve been getting pieces together to publish a book. I think I’ve written more in the last three weeks or so than I have during all of the last year. The book will have poetry, sexetry, and some erotica stories. I’m aiming for between 70 - 90 pages but still trying to keep the cost around $15.

That’s awesome!! I totally want a copy!