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★·.·´¯`·.·★ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟɪᴇ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴇʀ ★·.·´¯`·.·★
Letter 2 Miles
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-- go and get em tiger
I can’t explain but I want to try
There’s this image of you and I
And it goes dancing by in the morning
and in the night time
" no man loves you like i do "
--
Hey, did you know I actually quite fancy yeh??? Wow. You're so? Wow. Handsome, nice, caring, cute, wow. Wow. You're so nice. I love you, I love you. I love you and I love you and I love you and I love you and I'll love ya even more the next day and you're... wow. Can y'tell I'm talkin' from me feelings this time? Not from me head? There's two different sides to this spectrum... head feelings and heart feelings, this is coming out in a flurry, Mi. If you look up your name in my soul dictionary it says; "someone really sweet and kind and all you can do is smile when you look at them. They're just so great and cute to be around."
That's you. I love you. I really do, it's not some physical thing although that's pretty great too look at your legs and your hands and your hair and everything around that and-- okay, back to you in whole - I love it. How can ya have the audacity to walk around and say "I'm just Miles"
F*** that, you're more than just Miles. You're a feeling, an emotion, passion. You're warmth, energy, home, love, comfort, kindness.. but then you're exciting, thrilling. You're perfect – sometimes you get my heart n' emotions and don't know that they shoots straight up before exploding, other times it whirls in a spiral, sometimes it shatters into thousands of sparks, others tumble like a scarlet waterfall or float in a glittering silver shower.
I'll stop now because I need to but there's lots more where this came from..
--
I don't know what it is about his music, but I love it. Not just 'cause it's from him and it's his sound but I just genuinely do like it y'know. I did a cover of Colour Of The Trap but it won't ever match up with his. It really gets me vibing. When he's gone, I like to play it and lay in bed and just... vibe to it, I can't describe it. Get mesmerized in it. His voice is so striking. That's the exact word for it. It's so striking, and you know when you're listening to his songs that it's him singin', no one else. His voice is so unique, it's so Miles. Listenin' to his music gives me a sensation I don't think any other song can. Guess it's because it's him and I know it. He's so impressive. I swear when I first met 'em I was intimidated by how clear minded he was. Just go with the flow kinda atmosphere, I suppose. Not all clogged up in hot, heavy thoughts like me. He had these cute features, y'know. Never would've guessed he'd grow to be who he is now. He had these sparkling eyes, the cutest little grin that reminds me funnily enough of a cats grin, just a soft expression and his smile only topped it off. Next thing you know we're a bit taller and we've grasped onto some kind of fashion. I went down the lane of growin' out me hair and getting leather, he went tuxes and some kinda scruffed up Beatles cut. Like a Beatles cut just far more attractive I'd like to say, far more... tousled? It goes so well with him. Tousled hair and tuxes or turtlenecks, stuff along those lines. He doesn't look like the cute boy I met as much. But his soul still sings of it, I love his soul.
---
Sweet moments are set aside for us, I can feel it on my fingertips, rose colored. Every time you touch me it's like the red spreads and how do I dare feel rosy when your so f***ing golden lips are against mine and your hands travel my body and I feel a mist envelope us, but at this point the color is unapparent. The smell of your cologne with the taste of gold is enough to get me out of a shallow storm, and as soon as I wrap my legs around your waist you're so golden. It feels as though my chest doesn't have a heart anymore, as if it's all just a feeling, something more than just entrails. It's all something you caused, something I can hear in my ears and feel in my chest, something that feels as burning roses smell. However gold tastes, I know it's you. You're my shining star, you're invited into my world and I plan to keep you here. If you wanna go, the door's right there in the back where I keep tattered boxes of old memories. But I'd hate it if you left, I'd get under the influence of the thought of you and make it my new favorite deadly sin. I tend to do that, make sad thoughts into a hobby, something to work with and take to my time where I'm spacing out and off my f***ing rocker. My free time would never be the same, your potential unavailability isn't just myself staring back at a pack of bottles or any of the same old sad, lonely breakup things, it's obsession that's dripping with venom. But as far as I'd like to believe, you're not leaving my world of battered and beaten surprises and whatever you'd like to believe you see when you're with /me/, not what some other person takes me for. In my world, I love to pepper you with kisses and shut your eyelids and tell you it's me. I love to sit you down and crawl on your lap and feel your soft hair and hear you talk about the rings decorated on your fingers, or the way you felt when you bought a new suit and it made you feel satisfactory, or a trip you had to God knows where. It doesn't have to be too big of a story or too small, I could hear you in your unique, mesmerizing voice for days. God do I love you, I'm in deep, I swear I've warned myself throughout my life to be cautious of falling in love but it's so f***ing hard when with you it's all a beautiful ditzy daze.
-----
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
--
You do know I love you, right? Hell. I should be proud to even be with you. Do you realize I'd die for you? You just. You mean a lot to me. You where there for me for a lot more than you realize, you've seen a lot of me. It's been a ride, mate. And honestly I'm ready for some more of this f***ed up ride as long as it's next to you. God I sound like a sob story teen girl right now, but I'm being sincere here. Thank you for everything. I didn't realize I needed someone being YOU only to make me feel complete, like that void wasn't there anymore. I feel like my life has barley even begun. It's a start of a new chapter, y'know? I think about sh*t a lot. About Matt. About old loves. About general things. About you. I think too much. But that thinking gets me just. It makes me who I am I guess. You are making me who I am. I've changed a bit, I think. I think you have a good effect on me. I hope I have a good effect on you. And every time I hug you and hear your heartbeat I'm reminded that I'm not the only living human on this planet. Like, so alone.
And. When I hear you breathe, see you actually have emotions, and stuff, it always reminds me I have a boyfriend. A living being to love. A living, breathing, boyfriend. And honestly living with you has changed everything. It feels like home here. I feel safe, warm, protected. I didn't used to. But the more I'm thinking about it, I'm not saying I wish I never lived or even met the past people I've been with. They helped shape me and here I am, you know? I'm glad I met them. I'm so glad. If I hadn't met them, how much you wanna bet I would've never met you? I'd go through the pain of past breakups for twice the time if it meant meeting you. You've lit up my world. My heart started pumping when we first kissed. For real though. Everything changed. It reminded me that there's one good thing inside of me. I'm Alex, you know. I'm known by a lot as that guy in the Arctic Monkeys. But by you, I'm known as your Prince, yunno?. Alex Turner, the little sh*t who attaches to you whenever possible, who wants to drag you onto a road trip, to the middle of nowhere to get snacks and hang out in the car, that would cry every day if you left, stuff like that.
And like... you didn't fail me. You didn't ever disappoint me. You didn't fail me ever. It's like fate. We match like puzzle pieces or something. It's like I was some helpless princess up in a castle guarded by the thing called "ALEX'S WALL". The dragon. And you just decided to get past it, save me, and now we're going through the quest together. And it's gotten crazy, I wanna see you everyday. I wanna stay like this, forever. I don't know. I guess it's just me not wanting to be lonely anymore. Or it's just me being completely attached to you. Who can't attach to you? You are sweet, cool, attractive. Jesus. I'm talking a lot. Sorry.
---
This ain't no silly game, you're my love and that's that. I don't give a f*** if anything ends up happening, I'll love you all the same, I love your core and I know you're the most genuine person I've met. You can do anything and I know you're the same old Miles, and I don't care what people think of you because you're not like everyone else and you're not everyone else. They'd like to believe it, they'd like to slap a label on you and perceive you as wrong, oh they'd love to convince me but they won't ever, you make me feel like I'm in seventh heaven and I got you just as much as you've got me. I've got my hold on you babe, my hand on your shoulder, in your hair, slipped into your pocket and you've got mine. Nothing can destroy this or us and could you stop for a second and try and believe that that's a fact? It's impossible, no one can bring us down or push us around, we've got so much that others don't, can't you see?
And I know you're not Godly, I know you're a human, you get sad like the rest'a us. I f***ing break inside every time I know it, it's soul shattering to know something that's so lovely can get so sad. And I'd be lying if I said sometimes when you leave and I've gotten bad that I shed a few tears, my own imagination inspiring choked up throats and tempt to run out there and hide your keys for your next departure. Could you love me for a little longer, I'd wonder as if you haven't enough... because nothing's ever enough from you. I'll scrape at your love and take it all until there's nothing left and I'll still be trying for more. But do you reckon you never run out? You're constantly giving me more and more. You wouldn't believe what kind of hold you have on me when we're just holding each other ready to go to bed, and I feel sad when I know it's time to drift because I'll watch your doe eyes sink and be pulled to slumber and I'll wonder what's going on in your dreams but I'll never truly experience it.
But nonetheless, your frowns and serious stature are mine, your smile and jokes are mine, and you as a person are mine. I'd go absolutely ballistic if I knew anyone else had a piece of you. This curiosity of mine just leads me into a deeper hole, every other day wondering and wondering all about you, you sit on a throne in my damn mind and you'll never be put down.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-- go and get em tiger
I can’t explain but I want to try
There’s this image of you and I
And it goes dancing by in the morning
and in the night time
" no man loves you like i do "
--
Hey, did you know I actually quite fancy yeh??? Wow. You're so? Wow. Handsome, nice, caring, cute, wow. Wow. You're so nice. I love you, I love you. I love you and I love you and I love you and I love you and I'll love ya even more the next day and you're... wow. Can y'tell I'm talkin' from me feelings this time? Not from me head? There's two different sides to this spectrum... head feelings and heart feelings, this is coming out in a flurry, Mi. If you look up your name in my soul dictionary it says; "someone really sweet and kind and all you can do is smile when you look at them. They're just so great and cute to be around."
That's you. I love you. I really do, it's not some physical thing although that's pretty great too look at your legs and your hands and your hair and everything around that and-- okay, back to you in whole - I love it. How can ya have the audacity to walk around and say "I'm just Miles"
F*** that, you're more than just Miles. You're a feeling, an emotion, passion. You're warmth, energy, home, love, comfort, kindness.. but then you're exciting, thrilling. You're perfect – sometimes you get my heart n' emotions and don't know that they shoots straight up before exploding, other times it whirls in a spiral, sometimes it shatters into thousands of sparks, others tumble like a scarlet waterfall or float in a glittering silver shower.
I'll stop now because I need to but there's lots more where this came from..
--
I don't know what it is about his music, but I love it. Not just 'cause it's from him and it's his sound but I just genuinely do like it y'know. I did a cover of Colour Of The Trap but it won't ever match up with his. It really gets me vibing. When he's gone, I like to play it and lay in bed and just... vibe to it, I can't describe it. Get mesmerized in it. His voice is so striking. That's the exact word for it. It's so striking, and you know when you're listening to his songs that it's him singin', no one else. His voice is so unique, it's so Miles. Listenin' to his music gives me a sensation I don't think any other song can. Guess it's because it's him and I know it. He's so impressive. I swear when I first met 'em I was intimidated by how clear minded he was. Just go with the flow kinda atmosphere, I suppose. Not all clogged up in hot, heavy thoughts like me. He had these cute features, y'know. Never would've guessed he'd grow to be who he is now. He had these sparkling eyes, the cutest little grin that reminds me funnily enough of a cats grin, just a soft expression and his smile only topped it off. Next thing you know we're a bit taller and we've grasped onto some kind of fashion. I went down the lane of growin' out me hair and getting leather, he went tuxes and some kinda scruffed up Beatles cut. Like a Beatles cut just far more attractive I'd like to say, far more... tousled? It goes so well with him. Tousled hair and tuxes or turtlenecks, stuff along those lines. He doesn't look like the cute boy I met as much. But his soul still sings of it, I love his soul.
---
Sweet moments are set aside for us, I can feel it on my fingertips, rose colored. Every time you touch me it's like the red spreads and how do I dare feel rosy when your so f***ing golden lips are against mine and your hands travel my body and I feel a mist envelope us, but at this point the color is unapparent. The smell of your cologne with the taste of gold is enough to get me out of a shallow storm, and as soon as I wrap my legs around your waist you're so golden. It feels as though my chest doesn't have a heart anymore, as if it's all just a feeling, something more than just entrails. It's all something you caused, something I can hear in my ears and feel in my chest, something that feels as burning roses smell. However gold tastes, I know it's you. You're my shining star, you're invited into my world and I plan to keep you here. If you wanna go, the door's right there in the back where I keep tattered boxes of old memories. But I'd hate it if you left, I'd get under the influence of the thought of you and make it my new favorite deadly sin. I tend to do that, make sad thoughts into a hobby, something to work with and take to my time where I'm spacing out and off my f***ing rocker. My free time would never be the same, your potential unavailability isn't just myself staring back at a pack of bottles or any of the same old sad, lonely breakup things, it's obsession that's dripping with venom. But as far as I'd like to believe, you're not leaving my world of battered and beaten surprises and whatever you'd like to believe you see when you're with /me/, not what some other person takes me for. In my world, I love to pepper you with kisses and shut your eyelids and tell you it's me. I love to sit you down and crawl on your lap and feel your soft hair and hear you talk about the rings decorated on your fingers, or the way you felt when you bought a new suit and it made you feel satisfactory, or a trip you had to God knows where. It doesn't have to be too big of a story or too small, I could hear you in your unique, mesmerizing voice for days. God do I love you, I'm in deep, I swear I've warned myself throughout my life to be cautious of falling in love but it's so f***ing hard when with you it's all a beautiful ditzy daze.
-----
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
--
You do know I love you, right? Hell. I should be proud to even be with you. Do you realize I'd die for you? You just. You mean a lot to me. You where there for me for a lot more than you realize, you've seen a lot of me. It's been a ride, mate. And honestly I'm ready for some more of this f***ed up ride as long as it's next to you. God I sound like a sob story teen girl right now, but I'm being sincere here. Thank you for everything. I didn't realize I needed someone being YOU only to make me feel complete, like that void wasn't there anymore. I feel like my life has barley even begun. It's a start of a new chapter, y'know? I think about sh*t a lot. About Matt. About old loves. About general things. About you. I think too much. But that thinking gets me just. It makes me who I am I guess. You are making me who I am. I've changed a bit, I think. I think you have a good effect on me. I hope I have a good effect on you. And every time I hug you and hear your heartbeat I'm reminded that I'm not the only living human on this planet. Like, so alone.
And. When I hear you breathe, see you actually have emotions, and stuff, it always reminds me I have a boyfriend. A living being to love. A living, breathing, boyfriend. And honestly living with you has changed everything. It feels like home here. I feel safe, warm, protected. I didn't used to. But the more I'm thinking about it, I'm not saying I wish I never lived or even met the past people I've been with. They helped shape me and here I am, you know? I'm glad I met them. I'm so glad. If I hadn't met them, how much you wanna bet I would've never met you? I'd go through the pain of past breakups for twice the time if it meant meeting you. You've lit up my world. My heart started pumping when we first kissed. For real though. Everything changed. It reminded me that there's one good thing inside of me. I'm Alex, you know. I'm known by a lot as that guy in the Arctic Monkeys. But by you, I'm known as your Prince, yunno?. Alex Turner, the little sh*t who attaches to you whenever possible, who wants to drag you onto a road trip, to the middle of nowhere to get snacks and hang out in the car, that would cry every day if you left, stuff like that.
And like... you didn't fail me. You didn't ever disappoint me. You didn't fail me ever. It's like fate. We match like puzzle pieces or something. It's like I was some helpless princess up in a castle guarded by the thing called "ALEX'S WALL". The dragon. And you just decided to get past it, save me, and now we're going through the quest together. And it's gotten crazy, I wanna see you everyday. I wanna stay like this, forever. I don't know. I guess it's just me not wanting to be lonely anymore. Or it's just me being completely attached to you. Who can't attach to you? You are sweet, cool, attractive. Jesus. I'm talking a lot. Sorry.
---
This ain't no silly game, you're my love and that's that. I don't give a f*** if anything ends up happening, I'll love you all the same, I love your core and I know you're the most genuine person I've met. You can do anything and I know you're the same old Miles, and I don't care what people think of you because you're not like everyone else and you're not everyone else. They'd like to believe it, they'd like to slap a label on you and perceive you as wrong, oh they'd love to convince me but they won't ever, you make me feel like I'm in seventh heaven and I got you just as much as you've got me. I've got my hold on you babe, my hand on your shoulder, in your hair, slipped into your pocket and you've got mine. Nothing can destroy this or us and could you stop for a second and try and believe that that's a fact? It's impossible, no one can bring us down or push us around, we've got so much that others don't, can't you see?
And I know you're not Godly, I know you're a human, you get sad like the rest'a us. I f***ing break inside every time I know it, it's soul shattering to know something that's so lovely can get so sad. And I'd be lying if I said sometimes when you leave and I've gotten bad that I shed a few tears, my own imagination inspiring choked up throats and tempt to run out there and hide your keys for your next departure. Could you love me for a little longer, I'd wonder as if you haven't enough... because nothing's ever enough from you. I'll scrape at your love and take it all until there's nothing left and I'll still be trying for more. But do you reckon you never run out? You're constantly giving me more and more. You wouldn't believe what kind of hold you have on me when we're just holding each other ready to go to bed, and I feel sad when I know it's time to drift because I'll watch your doe eyes sink and be pulled to slumber and I'll wonder what's going on in your dreams but I'll never truly experience it.
But nonetheless, your frowns and serious stature are mine, your smile and jokes are mine, and you as a person are mine. I'd go absolutely ballistic if I knew anyone else had a piece of you. This curiosity of mine just leads me into a deeper hole, every other day wondering and wondering all about you, you sit on a throne in my damn mind and you'll never be put down.
4 | Jan 21st 2018 01:45