#caitlin thomas

New York May 7th 1953

O Caitlin Caitlin Caitlin my love my love, where are you & where am I and why haven't you written and I love you every second of every hour of every day & night. I love you, Caitlin. In all the hotel bedrooms I've been in in this two weeks, I've waited for you all the time. She can't be long now, I say to my damp miserable self, any minute now she'll be coming into the room: the most beautiful woman on the earth, and she is mine, & I am hers, until the end of the earth and long long after. Caitlin, I love you. Have you forgotten me? Do you hate me? Why don't you write? Two weeks may seem a small time but to me it's old as the hills & deep as my worship of you.... And in two weeks I've travelled all over the stinking place, even into the deep South: in 14 days I've given 14 readings... I'm coming back, by plane, on the 26th of May, & will tell you later just when the plane arrives. Will you meet me in London?.... I love you, I want you, it's burning hell without you. I don't want to see anybody or talk to anybody, I'm lost without you. I love your body & your soul & your eyes & your hair & your voice & the way you walk & talk. And that's all I can see now: you moving, in a light... I've been to foul Washington; I've been to Virginia & North Carolina and Pennsylvania & Syracuse....and now I'm back in New York, for two days, in the same room we had... I am profoundly in love with you, the only profundity I know....”

“I've never had a best friend before.”

This song was seriously written for this selfish poet asshole aka Dylan Thomas from The Edge Of Love and no one can tell me otherwise

Dylan Thomas, October 27, 1914 – November 9, 1953.