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Why is love sad?

We stopped deleting whole threads a while back.
 
DONT DO IT! DONT DELETE IT! STOP PERSECUTING ME!!!!
 
merrytrees said:
Hmm I don't know. I think I need a vacation from everyone in existence.
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I Know the feeling .

merrytrees said:
Grrr. You're right. Delete this emo rant?
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*hugs*
There's nothing wrong with a lil rant from time to time.
I wish I could give you advice but umm... relationships aren't really my thing.
 
Don't worry, merrytrees; I'm sure we all ask ourselves this question from time to time...

Or, I do at least. I'm with you on this question...
 
merrytrees said:
I do not understand why everytime I am in a relationship, it feels as if my world is about to unravel. It's depressing and bizarre and terrifying. How can I just enjoy it?

Aren't people supposed to feel happy when they find themselves developing strong emotional bonds with other people? Reciprocal bonds, no less?

Men are my Achilles Heel...
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'Tis why Love is the realms of Poets and Madmen.
For each to lose one's self in the liquid light of Love, to sacrifice reason, judgment, and pragmatism on the altars of Love, is to live immersed completely and inexorably in Life itself with every moment of being susceptible to every ecstasy and every pain you possess.
Love's only request is surrender, not to the other, but to Love itself in a Joy of Tears.
If it was not so, it would not be Love.
It is a Banquet of Beginnings.
It is a Feast of Passions.
It is a sublime and raptured and delicate Torture.

===

you

you are the confusion clinging to my lips after a long moonbreath kiss.
you are the tear-path drying on my cheek as fingertips last part their companions.
you are the stone bearing down my heart to rest on sands deep in undine oceans.
you
are the you
in allure.

in your presence
bards are wine-tongued worshipers.
monks cloak their tonsures in shame.
you
are the you
in sensual.

in your wake
unworthy suitors drown in foaming seas
tethered to anchors of desperate despair.
you
are the you
in beauty.

in my eyes
the suns of your countenance play angels.
in my dreams
the moons of your whisperings play daemons.
you
are the you
in muse.

in my soul,
you
are the you
in communion.
 
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Sever said:
I Know the feeling .



*hugs*
There's nothing wrong with a lil rant from time to time.
I wish I could give you advice but umm... relationships aren't really my thing.
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You're a sweet heart! Apparently, relationships aren't really my thing, either. harhar.. I think what I'm experiencing is a bout of committophobia.


gloomy-optimist said:
Don't worry, merrytrees; I'm sure we all ask ourselves this question from time to time...

Or, I do at least. I'm with you on this question...
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It's a relief to know that someone as level headed as you (from what I read of your posts) asks this question from time to time!



EloquentBohemian said:
'Tis why Love is the realms of Poets and Madmen.
For each to lose one's self in the liquid light of Love, to sacrifice reason, judgment, and pragmatism on the altars of Love, is to live immersed completely and inexorably in Life itself with every moment of being susceptible to every ecstasy and every pain you possess.
Love's only request is surrender, not to the other, but to Love itself in a Joy of Tears.
If it was not so, it would not be Love.
It is a Banquet of Beginnings.
It is a Feast of Passions.
It is a sublime and raptured and delicate Torture.

===

you

you are the confusion clinging to my lips after a long moonbreath kiss.
you are the tear-path drying on my cheek as fingertips last part their companions.
you are the stone bearing down my heart to rest on sands deep in undine oceans.
you
are the you
in allure.

in your presence
bards are wine-tongued worshipers.
monks cloak their tonsures in shame.
you
are the you
in sensual.

in your wake
unworthy suitors drown in foaming seas
tethered to anchors of desperate despair.
you
are the you
in beauty.

in my eyes
the suns of your countenance play angels.
in my dreams
the moons of your whisperings play daemons.
you
are the you
in muse.

in my soul,
you
are the you
in communion.
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The realm of poets and madmen/women, eh? Haha! Beautiful post, especially the poem.. did you write that? I'm in awe of it.

At the risk of sounding like a sap
(oh friggin well!) You guys are the best.:mcute:
 
You're pretty great yourself, and yes, the poem is mine. Thank you. :hug:
 
I think anyone in love is a closet masochist. To know heartbreak, you must know love D:
 
Closet masochist? *guilty*
 
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