You wonder if that person is with someone else, laughing into another chest, still burning the way they once burned with you, you assume they must be by now, it makes you sick, and it makes you alive, but neither feeling offers mercy. You want to cut it loose, erase the taste, but the need claws...

This is important. I guess I'm a weird one, particularly amongst males, but I've never had an interest in casual sex, there always had to be a real connection there, emotionally and intellectually, as well as some hint at future possibilities for us as a couple for me to find enjoyment in it.

I know it's not easy, these phones and all their apps are designed to be extremely addictive, but you get enough time on it, you know you do, you don't need to be pointlessly scrolling when those little loves of your life are right there in front of you waiting to create new memories.

Interpret this as you will, both sides of any given social conundrum could apply it to their position ... but oppression, trampling on rights, and destroying people's lives just because they are different than you is indeed a form of violence, so you can't be surprised when they respond in kind.

Love doesn’t ask politely. It doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It shows up when your hands are full of broken things, and it says, “I’ll carry some of that if you let me, even if it cuts me deep, I'll carry that for you.”

Despite all that has gone wrong we tend to spend our lives believing we are fated for happiness and that our destiny is love. Even in the later years when we begin to pretend that we've given up hope as a means to cope, we still turn every fuckin' corner with a wish buried deep inside that we ...

Treat love as if it is all you believe in.

What you gave them, what you poured into them, will never be acknowledged. Yet we return, again and again, gamblers who never quit the game. we know the odds, but still we play, because love burns bright when it calls our name. -Samuel Decker Thompson

I'm happy to see her doing just fine, and even thriving without me, I believe if you truly cared about someone, then that's where your mindset should be.

...you marvel at how fast it can begin ... Just yesterday the world felt violent, cracked apart, and now, it's so much softer since you handed over your heart. It’s not love yet, but if it smells like gasoline and burns just the same, there's no sense getting caught up in the name.

..your effort must not wane when they say "yes", nor when they say "I do", not even when they whisper goodbye and take their last breath, for steadfast commitment to your partner's peace and happiness must endure beyond all earthly time if two hearts are to always love true. -Samuel Decker Thompson

You start off thinking love is clean, like some perfect song without static, but it isn’t, it’s jagged in places, the record always skips at some point in the same way two people can grind against the edges of themselves, and the sparks don’t always feel holy. There will be ...

They see her and think kindness, they see the easy curve of a smile, the calm of a gentle hand. They don’t see the nights she crawled through hell on bloody knees. They don’t hear the steel screaming inside her bones. And that’s fine, she's not looking for pity or victimhood, she’s learned to ...

Her past isn’t a prison. Her future isn’t a leash. She’s stitched herself together with something more permanent than hope. Scars are her trophies, bruises her scripture, every mark taught her the language of survival. She is not an extra in your small story. She is a novel with torn pages and ...

When you go looking for her, bring lungs big enough to breathe underwater. She is the epitome of depth, and depth doesn’t care if you drown. She’ll come at you like fire and flood, fragile as twilight sunlight, violent as the crack of thunder that starts the storm. She’ll love you until you ...

They don’t tell you how rare it is to stumble into someone who makes the hours feel clean, the streets less cruel. You sit with them, and time folds like paper, and for a while you forget the weight you’ve been dragging behind you. Maybe they leave, maybe they stay just long enough to become a ...

You love the sweetness I put in your ear, whispers affirming all that you hold dear, flattered by the attention, yet, so fucking scared to let me in, I can sense that boiling cauldron of indecision. You’ve been through this before, seen a romantic man go bad, spoiled like an apple in the sun ...

Nobody hits like you do. You're the single spark in the dark, the one I keep reaching for while everyone else feels like wallpaper. I can’t find that depth anywhere else, no matter how many faces pass by there’s something in the bones, something in the blood that hums when you’re near

If you feel that little storm in your chest before you even type a word ... Listen. If the silence after you breathe their name feels like a blade pressing in ... That’s all you need to know. When their words land and leave you hollow, causing your thoughts to run circles until they burn ...

Love’s the damn center of it all. Not money, not the grind, not the shallow applause from strangers, it's just that raw tether to bliss we all keep clawing for. It’s there in the wreckage, in the nights you feel empty when the walls lean in too close, in the way your kid laughs, in the way ...

Nobody completes me. I am already comfortable with the person I have become. I simply seek someone who actually appreciates the companion, the lover, the confidante, and the friend I will be. -Samuel Decker Thompson Buy my book amzn.to/3uxBfOT

Your hands still remember holding them close, but your fingers have gone stiff from the absence. You think of all the fires you both built, how they roared, how they burned, how they left nothing but scorched ground to stand on. You stayed there for far too long anyway, not because it was home ...

I am not like you. I am a lion with a lamb's heart. At least I'll tell you I love you as I devour your soul. -Samuel Decker Thompson amzn.to/3uxBfOT #poetry

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Today marks 9 years since my brother died ... For him, I believe his first love was his music, and the thing was, he saw his dream dying, or maybe he already felt it was dead, so he figured he might as well follow suit ... I don't know? Who knows? I guess we never really will.

He said it soft, as if his voice could stitch her back into herself ... "Soon I’ll map the places they all left undone, soon I’ll trace the silence they kept running from, soon I'll get to all the parts that everyone else missed, and you'll think back to how it all started with a simple ...

The sun is always there, no matter how dark the skies, no matter how filled they are with rain, beyond this prodigious shit show, hope will always remain. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry

Love always carries a quiet cruelty, it waits in the corner, patient as rust, watching you touch someone warm and swear they're yours, and then one sun-drenched morning love leaves without a note, it doesn't even let you know, and maybe months or years later ...

You hand over your mornings like fresh bread, still warm from hope, but their hands are always cold, always pulling apart the softest parts of you. You tell yourself love is patient, love waits for the rain to pass, but the roof never stops leaking, and you’re the only one holding a bucket ...

Don’t be sorry for all the ways you held on long after the rope burned through your hands. Don’t curse yourself for the nights you stayed awake mapping every way two broken edges might still fit together clean. You gave and gave, thinking maybe love was a stubborn thing needing just one more try ...

... One day you just stop seeing them reach, and you realize you’ve been throwing rope to a statue, a lover made of stone, and at some point you begin to think, you might just be better off alone. -Samuel Decker Thompson My book amzn.to/3uxBfOT

Every time I stayed, something in me slipped loose … peace peeled away, joy leaked out, self worth stared at me from the doorway and shook its head. -Samuel Decker Thompson amzn.to/3uxBfOT

He was lost without her, spiraling out of control In a world that loved nothing more than tuning in for a good shit show. -Samuel Decker Thompson Buy my book here: amzn.to/3uxBfOT

Love should meet you halfway, not drag you through hell each day. You’re worth more than scraps and fights, you deserve arms that hold you tight. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry

Nobody gives a damn anymore. They swipe, they scroll, they talk in memes, they vanish before the warmth of your last sentence even cools. We're all starving in full fridges. We stack walls made of sarcasm, laugh at things we don’t feel, touch nothing that can touch back. You can ...

Funny how fast a woman can crawl into your ribcage with just a laugh, a few smart words, and that way she says your name like it already means something. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry

With you, I rise and fall with the tides, one moment cradled in your warm embrace, the next I am swept out to sea or dashed upon the jagged rocks that is your love. Never am I on stable ground, never do I know what the next wave of your emotion will bring. Yet, I endure, for I love the ocean.

I have these dreams of you that tease and torture me even long after I have awakened, but I still welcome them for a chance to spend a few ethereal moments entwined with both your limbs and your soul. Sometimes, I feel as if I miss you, even though I've never been with you, like being ...

... I sit here some nights, thinking maybe I broke, maybe I've parted ways with reality, that this is all a dream and I never woke, because I just can't understand why you refuse to see me. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry

... Maybe that’s the life we missed, where touch was soft and eyes were bright, where pain was brief and love persist, and I was always yours at night, and you gave each new day with you as a most precious gift. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry

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... So, I’ll start over again, no more golden halos, no worshipping this time, just the grit of what’s left in me. You taught me love isn't always fair, but that I should’ve saved the best for the me that I can someday be. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry