richard siken sentence starters.
i wanted to fall down right there.
iâll be right here, iâm waiting.
i donât really blame you for being dead.
but you canât have your sweater back.
you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that.
thanks for saying that. you werenât supposed to.
so itâs summer, so itâs suicide.
he had green eyes, so i wanted to sleep with him.
i wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him.
i canât go through with it.
i just donât want to die anymore.
yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven.
i try, i do. i try, and try.
thereâs a bottle of whisky in the trunk of the chevy.Â
if you love me, (name), you donât love me in a way i understand.
i knew you wouldnât catch me.
people fall down and stay down.
you are a fever i am learning to live with.
why take more than we need? because we can.
you donât owe me squat, lets just get going.
you must want something. just tell me, and itâs yours.
iâd just as soon kill myself.
you never mean it, anyway, not really.
roll over and let me fuck you âtill you puke.
i end up feeling empty, like youâve taken something out of me.
do you want it? do you want anything i have?
iâm telling you, for the last time, i mean it.
your brother has pulled to the side of the road.
lets say god in his high heaven is hungry.
you keep singing the song i hate. stop singing.
looking back is easy for a while, then looking back gets murky.
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.
itâs not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere.
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
tell me weâll never get used to it.
i had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.
unfortunately, we donât have that kind of time.
let me do it right for once.
are you there, sweetheart?
he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him.
there were some nice parts, sure.
i tried that one time, highschool.
i never liked that ending, either.
no one will ever want to sleep with you.
we were all forgiven, even though we didnât deserve it.
shut up. iâm getting to it.
you still get to be the hero.
who am i? iâm just a writer. i write things down.
you want a better story. who wouldnât?
there is the road, and there is the story of where the road goes, and then more road.
i can tell already you think iâm the dragon, that would be so like me, but iâm not. iâm not the dragon.
how he loves you, darling boy.
he was not dead yet, not exactly.
everyone needs a place. it shouldnât be inside someone else.
the boy is no good. the boy is just no good.
he hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
no one can ever figure out what you want, and you wonât tell them.
i donât have to answer that.
mean as she was, i miss her.
what can you tell me, what could you possibly tell me?
what would you like? iâd like my moneyâs worth.
we canât punch ourselves awake.
sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.
i couldnât get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.
his wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before.
someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
i like him and i want to be like him.
i know history. there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.
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