The harder I push
the harder you pull away.
This is a ridiculously powerful picture.
reblog this twice, to make sure you really see it.
How heavy those words are you toss around so freely. Those feelings and thoughts I struggle to lift you flick in every direction but inward. I suppose the more you lift the lighter they become, but why do I feel you are weaker? Backwards I guess while I flex like the builders of bodies, Strain until the veins in my consciousness show thick as rivers wide. Not much you see visually, but all you feel emotionally. I guess objectively these words are objects to you, while subjectively subjects to me. Delve deep into LOVE, let me feel your BEAUTY. But truly we define our own strengths by our weaknesses. So my weakness is your strength? Fuck. I refuse to re-use such powerful words to any him or her. Or defer such power to you. So flaunt your strength, ill do the same and we’ll remain ourselves until our pride is shelved.