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“ A love like that was a serious illness, a illness from which you never entirely recover ” (C. Bukowski)

[antigonick]

And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working icon, And by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

Anna Akhmatova, You Thought I Was That Type

[florizels]

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow of absence.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[poemusicoffee]

🔁

What kind of torture is this? How many deaths before we understand that we're cursed? Maybe we just don't deserve it. Or maybe it's exactly what we deserve. Maybe we only get to see each other at their graves. Isn't this what we are doing anyway? 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Oh why must I lose myself to love you, My dear?

Sara Teasdale, Oh You Are Coming

[poemusicoffee]

...   .

you kill me you destroy me you’re worse than a fucking weed i keep plucking and you keep sprouting roots infesting everything how the fuck do you keep showing up how the fuck do you find me where do i need to lock myself up to get rid of you the moment i come up for air you you are there staring me down fuck you with your puppy eyes and fuck you with your trembling body i do not care that you miss me i do not care if you pine over me it’s over you hear me we have to give up

[luthienne]

…and I returned / smiling and haunted, to a dark morning.

Denise Levertov, To the Snake

[poemusicoffee]

2018

Ready to suffer and ready to hope. 

[poemusicoffee]

This feels worse than dying. This feels worse than anything you’ve ever put me through. But you are too coward to kill me. So I will kill us both

[mournfulroses]

Decipher me, my love, or I will be forced to destroy you.

Clarice Lispector, The Beginning of Spring

[minima--moralia]

[…] my love for you is greater than myself and I dwell in it rather than it dwells in me.

Franz Kafka to Max Brod

[lifeinpoetry]

My pain is different. A swarm of / gnats I can’t see in front of. Also in my chest. I love you. I / love you.

Laura Theobald, Dear Birds

[watchoutforintellect]

…to love meant to love completely.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One

[lifeinpoetry]

how can i love anyone without disappearing a kind of violence

caroline rayner, when i close my eyes

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I love you. I’m reaching out to you. I love you.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[minima--moralia]

Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart and mind. I love thinking of you.

Katherine Mansfield to Virginia Woolf

[lifeinpoetry]

i want to be full i want to be well  i want to be the opposite of everything i have ever been   relapse.

Ally Wharton, I Have Always Wanted to Be Anything but Myself

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existence of a ghost.

A Necessary Music (2008) dir. by Beatrice Gibson