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From my book The Dogs I Have Kissed
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in a language that doesn’t have the word ‘love’ I say
“I still have the receipt from the film we watched on
our first date” I say “I bought four red sweaters after
you told me it was your favorite color” I say “it’s been
exactly two hundred and twelve days since our last kiss”
I say “last week, in a hotel room, the complementary
pantene shampoo was the type that you use” I say “I walked
around smelling like you and nobody else cried over it”
I say “yes, I’m still crying over it” I say “the other day
somebody’s ringtone went off in class and it was the same
noise you set for your alarm and it took me a minute
to figure out where I knew it from” I say “I’m terrified
of someday not knowing where I knew it from” I say
“every poem I write nowadays is about the same thing”
I say “I’d almost give up writing altogether if it meant
we could try again” I say “please” I say “please” I say
“please.”
another untitled poem where I’m exceptionally loud about how much I love people // WRITTEN BY CAITLIN CONLON
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“I looked for love in things that were not love.”
— Florence Welch, referring to what inspired her to write the song “Hunger,”
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“You do not know / How little I loved / Before I loved you.”
— Joan Naviyuk Kane, from “Love Poem,” Hyperboreal
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"
You’ve ruined peaches for me.
I can’t eat one without thinking of your hands
dipping into my soft flesh, mouth dripping,
teeth skimming across skin, tongue lapping
at the excess:greedy, greedy, greedy.
I am all rush and blush at a summer picnic lunch,
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hands shaking at the farmer’s market.– Trista Mateer, “Peaches” (via oofpoetry)
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[ID: excerpt from ‘The Complete Works: The Diary,’ Virginia Woolf
“I don’t think I have said enough about the splintered disorder of June, July & August.”]
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(Source: weheartit.com)
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„I know exactly what it’s like to lose somebody. I have lost myself.”
— healerorkiller
