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

You satisfied your thirst as I drowned.

She said fuck this and became her own muse.

You are allowed to change your mind.

You loved me in a glasshouse.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

Peace on earth starts with peace within.

They say eyes don’t lie, but I mistook the distance in your eyes for depth.

How unfair that I can force my hands to let go before they are ready but not my heart.

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.

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.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

Thousands of people who say they ‘love’ animals sit down once or twice a day to enjoy the flesh of creatures who have been utterly deprived of everything that could make their lives worth living and who endured the awful suffering and the terrors of the abattoirs

How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

It is worse for a liar to tell the truth than for a lover of truth to lie.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

This love is silent.