“If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.”— Anna Akhmatova, amazon.com
“I write about you all the time, I said aloud. Every time I say ‘I,’ it refers to you.”— Louise Glück, amazon.com
“All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this God-damn world upside down to do it.”— Richard Brautigan, amazon.com
“Being loved is not the same thing as loving. When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping. It is realizing you have hands. It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home. Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.…”— Sarah Kay, huffingtonpost.com
“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”— Pablo Neruda, poetsofmodernity.xyz
“I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.”— Ezra Pound, amazon.com
“When I feel myself falling out of love with you, I turn the record of your laughter over, reposition the needle. I dust the dirty living room of your affection.”— Sierra Demulder, sierrademulder.tumblr.com
“I cannot believe her when she says I am beautiful. She cannot want me, not the way I want her. My want is an Empire State Building I monster-climb with her clutched in my fist. They make old, flickering horror movies about the way I look at her mouth.”— Clementine Von Radics, amazon.com
“I want to fall to sleep with you, and I could care less whether it is in layers upon layers of clothing or only our skin– all I really want is to wake up not knowing where I end and you begin.”— Beau Taplin, afadthatlastsforever.tumblr.com
“Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.”— Sarah Kay, ted.com
“I inherited hunger, popped jaw, all teeth, & father taught me how to feast.”— Kemi Alabi, kwelijournal.org
“Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinepoetry.us
“Some people fall in love with the idea of things and others fall in love with the actual things. Falling in love with an idea is but an illusion. That is how I know she is the one. I feel her in my bones and not just in my head.”— Christopher Poindexter, goodreads.com