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@princeharu
my review on life so far:
ā ā ā ā ā
Come live in my heart and pay no rent.
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
ā Frank Bidart, from āHalf-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; 'Guilty of Dust'ā, published c. 2017.
Donāt stress over someone who wonāt even text to see if youāre alright
maybe the word āFOREVERā was meant for memories not people
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: And I'll always have regrets for everything I do, everything I've gained, everything I've lost, good and bad,
Margaret Atwood, True Stories; from āTrainride, Vienna-Bonnā
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say Iāve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness Iāve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, itās so like me.
Ada Limón, fromĀ āThe Hurting Kind,ā in The Hurting Kind
[text ID:Ā Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]
haruko/love poems: 12:01 am for haruko, june jordan
Anne Sexton, from The Collected Poems; āThe Black Artā
i want a soft kind of love. iām too worn out for anything else