Here are some true pieces for you, anonymous, handsome. (person) by junkpile

I have always been the type to sit working in a cold room for hours, not realizing I am shivering until someone brings me a sweater. Not stubbornness just idiocy. Oh. Yes, I guess I was cold. Thank you. So, nameless, I apologize for leaving you till last, when yours was the conversation which needed having. Subtle, enormous, I will be needing a hundred more of those please.

The word Lovely has thousands of connotations, many of which I will assign to you, right now. I may assign you emotions which are not yet rooted. I may ignore that which grows ripe. I do that sort of thing. I will go on warning you about me until you listen, or until you don't.

What was your lunch today, I want to know. What was last year. What was your most excellent snow sky. Where were you when we were both falling apart the same year but did not know it yet. Bless your brown eyes smiling. You were listening, is the end of the first best part. Did I charm you? I was trying.

I liked your weight and presence, I liked the warmth of your brain coming up through your hair, warm against me, it was a privilege. Past that, I have thought only as far ahead as hands on shoulders (this is untrue.) and future, future, I try not to ask myself. because even the good answers are frightening (this is untrue.) Bless my careful words, make it simple.

You leave such nice real words lying around and I take them, I am shameless, but I have saved some of mine for you. - something about low sweet pigeons, something about morning air relaxing into day, they will sort themselves out and come to you in an envelope, sealed.

We will drive around the world talking nothing but questions (laughing) and every hundred miles I will knock you off a chair, I will try.

Guess what else I will do for you, I will not try to kill this. I will try to feed you.

These words are not much, anonymous. But they are for you, take them. I think I will say this more than once. The worst part is, the best part, you are reading this knowing it is for you, and it is your job to keep hush, entirely, no one can know it yet. They will know some of it but they will not know the best secret, we will laugh over it later. Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.

Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.	Bless your brown eyes smiling	You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond	Shall I tell you stories of other stars: stars that you love, that deserve your love. Stars that do not disappoint, and disgust, and disgrace your love. Oh, I have hope they exist for your sake!
You could be so delicious	We do more after 2am than most people do all day.	An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her	There I stood, rambling incoherently into the tin can, you loved it
Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life.	Something about parts of you	She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters	Might be like leftovers. Would not taste the same, however sweet.
Instructions for kissing a stranger	most excellent snow sky	You will know your action. You are present there, not thinking of somewhere else you ought to be.	I dance with ghosts
When you fly like thunder, I am reminded of Icarus and Bellerophon. How does your myth end?	my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom	How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I'm going to miss my bus?	Exploding Dog
a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world	She grew a little older, while he was telling her	I remember when it was me who made her skin flush	Would you mind never speaking to me again?