and he adores her, he watches her get dressed
as though she's hurtling through time,
oh darling please be mine
> the amazing devil
and he: (and this was most unbearable)
he saw me see him,
and i saw him see me
> marie howe
they saw that when i fell, you leapt
(oh, bu they don't mention my hands wrapped delicately around your neck
--the truth is; i jumped and pulled
> p.d.
why can't you see me?
why can't i stop needing you to see me
> chen chen
we are not broken things, neither of us. we are cracked pottery mended with lacquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. complete and worthy and so very loved.
> mackenzi lee
darling.
dearest.
dead.
> lemony snicket
trying to remove the shame and let it go but it just keeps on coming like handkerchiefs out of a clown
> @lookoflove
THEY KEEP ASKING ME IF I WOULD DIE FOR THEM AND I KEEP ASKING WHY THEY WANT ME DEAD
> @seravph
To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.
> Billy-Ray Belcourt
Has the rot in your soul spread so far you cannot find value in anything not spoken in numbers?
> @almostsweetangel
Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.
> David Mitchell
this was always going to happen
she's been dead since the beginning
> aeschylus
i will lose you
it is written into this poem
the way the fisherman's wife knits his death into the sweater
> gregory orr
do you ever become genre-aware at the moment of your demise
> @brownbicon
golden child,
lion boy:
tell me what it's like to conquer
fearless child,
broken boy:
tell me what it's like to burn.
> popa
don't you know there ain't no devil?
there's just god when he's drunk
> tom waits
when i kill god i will find the spigot from which he meters out grace and smash it permanently open
> @linux
because you can’t save him.
because it’s always too late.
because you always made that choice and said what you said and he never gets to hear anything different.
because this is how the story ends.
because this is how it started
> @throughthegriefofdreams
dying is an art like anything else
i do it exceptionally well
i do it so it feels like hell
i do it so it feels real
i guess you could say i've a call
> sylvia plath
to feel anything deranges you
to be seen feeling anything strips you naked
> anne carson
liking a male character like hes my girlfriend hes my dad he is literally me i could fix him i could make him worse hes a whore hes my best friend hes my sworn enemy i just want to punch him i want to hold his hand i just want to send him to therapy
> @pjharvey
why can't you see me? why can't i stop needing you to see me?
> chen chen
You live inside me, the same way I live inside you. A moebius strip, a snake always swallowing its own tail. Mutually assured destruction, maybe, or mutual deification.
Mutual consumption.
I will be the house that holds every part of you.
> Becca De La Rosa and Mabel Martin