"'One cannot lose what one has not possessed.'
So much for that abrasive gem.
I can lose what I want. I want you."
, section i of “The Songbook of Sebastian Arrurruz,” from New & Collected Poems, 1952-1992
(Houghton Mifflin, 1994)
"You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone."
Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via larmoyante
"I want you to make a habit of wanting me."
"I want to touch you.” His words were against my lips now. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine."
I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing.
(Do you feel nothing?)