The relationship between Sex and Love

"It's to do with knowing and being known.

I remember how it stopped seeming odd that in biblical Greek knowing was used for making love. Whosit knew so-and-so.

Carnal knowledge. It's what lovers trust each other with. Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face.

Every other version of oneself is on offer to the public. We share our vivacity, grief, sulks, anger, joy...we hand it out to anybody who happens to be standing around, to friends and family with a momentary sense of indecency perhaps, to strangers without hesitation. Our lovers share us with the passing trade, but in pairs we insist that we give ourselves to each other.

What selves? What's left? What else is there that hasn't been dealt out like a deck of cards? Carnal knowledge. Personal, final, uncompromised. Knowing, being known. I revere that. Having that is being rich, you can be generous about what's shared--she walks, she talks, she laughs, she lends a sympathetic ear, she kicks of her shoes and dances on the tables, she's everybody's and it don't mean a thing, let them eat cake; knowledge is something else, the undealt card, and while it's held it makes you free-and-easy and nice to know, and when it's gone everything is pain.
Every single thing. Every object that meets the eye, a pencil, a tangerine, a travel poster.

As if the physical world has been wired up to pass a current back to the part of your brain where imagination glows like a filament in a lobe no bigger than a torch bulb. Pain.

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" ---Henry, 'The Real Thing'

The SAD truth

You love someone,

you open yourself up to suffering,

that's the sad truth.

Maybe they'll break your heart,

maybe you'll break their heart

and never be able to look at yourself in the same way.

Those are the risks...

Heavy in Your Arms

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall


And is it worth the wait
All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand
Protecting both your heart and mine?

Who is the betrayer?
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound


This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing
Whispering like it's a secret
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart


I was a heavy heart to carry
But he never let me down
When he had me in his arms
My feet never touched the ground


I'm so heavy, heavy in your arms.
Heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.

Bad Romance --- a short story

Boy and girl know each other, but not very close. Boy fancy girl, and girl fancy boy too… But they keep their feeling hidden to themselves.

One day, guy suddenly feel that his feeling for girl is overflowing, and he confessed to her… and you know what girl said?

Girl: “I don’t think I’m good enough for you... It’s not that, you are not good looking, or not a nice guy. It’s just that you are just too good for someone like me. Someone ashamedly ordinary like me. I don’t think I match you at all…” (with a thinking that some other girls which are better than her will suit him better…)

While guy actually think that girl is great and he couldn’t match her, because he thinks that he isn’t that great to match her… But still he tried.

In the end, they never get together...

Hmm…Don’t you think it’s kinda silly?

Guy thinks girl is perfect, while girl thinks guy is perfect too…

At the same time, they both think that themselves are not that great and couldn’t match each other.

• You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

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Possibility

There’s a possibility
All that I had was all I gonna get

There’s a possibility
All I gonna get is gone with your step

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility
I wouldn’t know

Know that when you leave
By blood and by mean
You walk like a thieve
By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility
I wouldn’t know

Tell me when my sigh is over
You’re the reason why I’m close
Tell me if you hear me falling
There's a possibility
It wouldn’t show

By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave
By blood and by mean
I follow your lead

Before the Storm

I know this isn't what I wanted
never thought it come this far
just thinking back to where we started
and how we lost all that we are


I'm standing here but you don't see me
I had give it all for that to change
and I don't want to lose her
I don't want to let her go

I'm standing out in the rain
I need to know if it's over
cause I will leave you alone
Flooded with all this pain
knowing that I'll never hold her
like I did before the storm


And with every strike of lightning
comes a memory that lasts
not a word is left unspoken

as the thunder starts to crash
Maybe I should give up

I'm standing out in the rain
I need to know if it's over
cause I will leave you alone

Flooded with all this pain
knowing that I'll never hold her
like I did before the storm


Trying to keep the light from going in
and the clouds from ripping out my broken heart
We always say a heart is not whole

without the one who gets you through the storm


Standing out in the rain

knowing that it's really over

please don't leave me alone

Flooded with all this pain

knowing that I'll never hold you

like I did before the storm

love, life, meaning... over

.

Blood doesn't flow in my vein

your thought flows in it as a pain

I may not be the one for you

I would have still love you

.

.

Under the spell you cast

each moment was a blast

Now happy times have past

Our memories will always last