“You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.”

I wonder what it would be like if I took care of my body as well as I take care of your memory.

Its awfully funny how you think I’m fine.

I was only in love with the way you made me feel.

I love you, and I’m so sorry I don’t know how to.

Poetry was my gateway drug to you.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.

Love me or leave me but don’t leave me in love.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.

And sometimes love looks like choosing.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Sex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

It is the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.

It is beautiful to love people in memories rather than love them when they are near.

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.