❝ one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people. ❞
❝ you remind me what love lives in this skin. ❞
❝ you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream. ❞
❝ i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible. ❞
❝ the world was made so we can find each other in it. ❞
❝ the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer. ❞
❝ i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you. ❞
❝ is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you? ❞
❝ against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness. ❞
❝ the world grows green again when you smile. ❞
❝ your share of pains would fill a sea. ❞
❝ i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people. ❞
❝ what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute. ❞
❝ i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling. ❞
❝ the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure. ❞
❝ you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that. ❞
❝ i did violence to my own heart. ❞
❝ i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth. ❞
❝ like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages. ❞
❝ and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue. ❞
❝ you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun. ❞
❝ sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined. ❞
❝ when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours? ❞
❝ i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know. ❞
❝ i had it all and i want it back again. ❞
❝ i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. ❞
❝ we are two reflections that cross swords with each other. ❞
❝ as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off. ❞
❝ do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better? ❞
❝ my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame. ❞
❝ i am three oceans away from my soul. ❞
❝ you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me. ❞
❝ i went to sleep last night so i could see you. ❞
❝ even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods. ❞
❝ how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder? ❞
❝ it does me no good to be good to me now. ❞
❝ i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me. ❞
❝ i must clothe myself in other worlds. ❞
❝ suffering is the privilege of those who feel. ❞
❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞
❝ the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything. ❞
❝ i can be bold, because i have you with me always. ❞
❝ you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind. ❞
❝ not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone. ❞
❝ i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted. ❞
❝ you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed. ❞
❝ there’s something electric in your blood. ❞
❝ you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light. ❞
❝ time doesn’t obey our commands. ❞
❝ i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy. ❞
❝ to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞
❝ i love you — like a storm bursts overhead — i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite. ❞
❝ and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back. ❞
❝ i am less a god now that you’ve touched me. ❞
❝ your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart. ❞
❝ you said i killed you — haunt me then. ❞
❝ your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like. ❞
❝ you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it. ❞
❝ strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty. ❞
❝ you will hear thunder and remember me. ❞
❝ ever think it’s possible for us to be happy? ❞
❝ and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you. ❞
❝ since we’re bound to be something, why not together? ❞
❝ i am ashes were once i was fire. ❞
❝ this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours. ❞
❝ it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness. ❞
❝ kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark. ❞
❝ i have thought of you often since the darkness. ❞
❝ with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant. ❞
❝ there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash. ❞
❝ open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am. ❞
❝ what the hell is tragedy? i am. ❞
❝ i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind. ❞
❝ how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break. ❞
❝ so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again. ❞
❝ i am myself. that is not enough. ❞
❝ i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness. ❞
❝ my power, which to me is still a curse — ❞
❝ ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart. ❞
❝ do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light? ❞
❝ i like you; your eyes are full of language. ❞
❝ let me tell you what i do know. i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good. ❞
❝ you are the cause and the cure — both. ❞
❝ i have kisses for the back of your neck. ❞
❝ your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel. ❞
❝ we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn. ❞
❝ suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys. ❞
❝ lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer. ❞
❝ and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness. ❞
❝ since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark. ❞
❝ i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still. ❞
❝ you move like the moon. ❞
❝ my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. ❞
❝ in your eyes, the fires of twilight. ❞
❝ do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you. ❞
❝ i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood. ❞
❝ you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one. ❞
❝ you are not real. you are a dream of a dream. ❞
❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞
❝ i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature. ❞
❝ come this evening — i am eager for stars. ❞
❝ i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name. ❞
❝ i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming. ❞
❝ to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive. ❞
❝ i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised. ❞
❝ it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger. ❞
❝ i live — but i’m mutilated. ❞
❝ if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry. ❞
❝ i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other. ❞
❝ you will open your wounds and make them a garden. ❞
❝ i come home — and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt. ❞
❝ i planted roses, but without you they were thorns. ❞
❝ everything inside me is in revolt. ❞
❝ how this darkness soaks me through and through. ❞
❝ give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me. ❞
❝ say something dangerous like i love you. ❞
❝ listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? ❞
❝ in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love. ❞
❝ breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you. ❞
❝ my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides. ❞
❝ you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts. ❞
❝ gods are stubborn. so am i. ❞
❝ is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured? ❞
❝ there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting. ❞
❝ beware. beware. there is a tenderness. ❞
❝ half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood. ❞
❝ i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me. ❞
❝ you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth. ❞
❝ i have it in me…to scare myself with my own desert places. ❞
❝ my mouth still houses century-old magic. in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god. ❞
❝ keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice. ❞
❝ i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry. ❞
❝ this skin is sick with loneliness. ❞
❝ memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me. ❞
❝ i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most. ❞
❝ after fury, what do you do with the remains? ❞
❝ come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it. ❞
❝ let’s admit, without apology, what we do together. ❞
❝ try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it. ❞
❝ it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations. ❞
❝ i am too full of life to be half-loved. ❞
❝ today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling. ❞
❝ there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love. ❞
❝ heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile. ❞
❝ my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell. ❞
❝ will you see the human in my being? ❞
❝ if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever. ❞
❝ part broken part whole, you begin again. ❞
❝ i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you. ❞
❝ i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❞
❝ whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you. ❞
❝ i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine. ❞
❝ i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is. ❞
❝ i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i. ❞
❝ do i not live? badly, i know, but i live. ❞
❝ something of you stuck with me. a splinter. ❞
❝ i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos. ❞
❝ sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will. ❞
❝ my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me. ❞
❝ i had an old wound once, but it is healing. ❞
❝ always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that… ❞
❝ when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you. ❞
❝ dark as it is — you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul. ❞
❝ am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? ❞
❝ i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins. ❞
❝ sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet. ❞
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