richard siken sentence starters.
i wanted to fall down right there.
i’ll be right here, i’m waiting.
i don’t really blame you for being dead.
but you can’t have your sweater back.
you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that.
thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.
so it’s summer, so it’s suicide.
he had green eyes, so i wanted to sleep with him.
i wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him.
i can’t go through with it.
i just don’t want to die anymore.
yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven.
i try, i do. i try, and try.
there’s a bottle of whisky in the trunk of the chevy.
if you love me, (name), you don’t love me in a way i understand.
i knew you wouldn’t catch me.
people fall down and stay down.
you are a fever i am learning to live with.
why take more than we need? because we can.
you don’t owe me squat, lets just get going.
you must want something. just tell me, and it’s yours.
i’d just as soon kill myself.
you never mean it, anyway, not really.
roll over and let me fuck you ‘till you puke.
i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.
do you want it? do you want anything i have?
i’m telling you, for the last time, i mean it.
your brother has pulled to the side of the road.
lets say god in his high heaven is hungry.
you keep singing the song i hate. stop singing.
looking back is easy for a while, then looking back gets murky.
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.
it’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere.
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
tell me we’ll never get used to it.
i had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.
unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.
let me do it right for once.
are you there, sweetheart?
he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him.
there were some nice parts, sure.
i tried that one time, highschool.
i never liked that ending, either.
no one will ever want to sleep with you.
we were all forgiven, even though we didn’t deserve it.
shut up. i’m getting to it.
you still get to be the hero.
who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.
you want a better story. who wouldn’t?
there is the road, and there is the story of where the road goes, and then more road.
i can tell already you think i’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but i’m not. i’m not the dragon.
how he loves you, darling boy.
he was not dead yet, not exactly.
everyone needs a place. it shouldn’t be inside someone else.
the boy is no good. the boy is just no good.
he hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them.
i don’t have to answer that.
mean as she was, i miss her.
what can you tell me, what could you possibly tell me?
what would you like? i’d like my money’s worth.
we can’t punch ourselves awake.
sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.
i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.
his wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before.
someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
i like him and i want to be like him.
i know history. there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.
