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no other sadness in the world would do
taylor swift, this is me trying (2020)
From my book The Dogs I Have Kissed
in a language that doesnât have the word âloveâ I say
âI still have the receipt from the film we watched on
our first dateâ I say âI bought four red sweaters after
you told me it was your favorite colorâ I say âitâs been
exactly two hundred and twelve days since our last kissâ
I say âlast week, in a hotel room, the complementary
pantene shampoo was the type that you useâ I say âI walked
around smelling like you and nobody else cried over itâ
I say âyes, Iâm still crying over itâ I say âthe other day
somebodyâs 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 fromâ I say âIâm terrified
of someday not knowing where I knew it fromâ I say
âevery poem I write nowadays is about the same thingâ
I say âIâd almost give up writing altogether if it meant
we could try againâ I say âpleaseâ I say âpleaseâ I say
âplease.â
another untitled poem where Iâm exceptionally loud about how much I love people // WRITTEN BY CAITLIN CONLON
âI looked for love in things that were not love.â
â Florence Welch, referring to what inspired her to write the song âHunger,â
âYou do not know / How little I loved / Before I loved you.â
â Joan Naviyuk Kane, from âLove Poem,â Hyperboreal
Youâve ruined peaches for me. I canât 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, hands shaking at the farmerâs market.
Trista Mateer, âPeachesâ (via oofpoetry)
[ID: excerpt from âThe Complete Works: The Diary,â Virginia WoolfÂ
âI donât think I have said enough about the splintered disorder of June, July & August.â]
âI know exactly what itâs like to lose somebody. I have lost myself.â
â healerorkiller
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