“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”
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@wasteoflove
“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”
Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology
Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "You Bring Out the Mexican in Me"
Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "I Am on My Way to Oklahoma to Bury the Man I Nearly Left My Husband For"
WHEN CAN I STOP LOVING YOU?
“If you break someone and they still wish you the best, you’ve lost the greatest thing for you”
— Unknown
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level, belong together.
When Franz Kafka said, "I ran from love because I knew it would destroy me. " but Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be. "
-versesofourhearts
It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were.
Marisa Walz, from her book titled "Good Intentions," originally published in February 2026
My soul cries out your name to me every night.
How do i say i miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?
“When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.”
— Rumi