“dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain: it’s not you it sure as hell isn’t me it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do I love you far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our spe…”— Jared Singer, armedwithvisions.com
“There is a hole in everything and I find you there, smiling like you don't have anywhere else to be.”— Caitlyn Siehl, amazon.com
“You are not the getaway car You are not the softest bed. You are not the answer sheet You are not the heavy jacket. You are not the door prize I get to win for the Most Busted-Up Heart. You are not my next morning so you can't be the night before. You are not any metaphor that can work.”— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, amazon.com
“I missed all the things loneliness taught me: eyes that follow you crossing a room, hands that find their home on you. To be noticed, even. In my defense, his hands. In my defense, his arms. In my defense, how when we just sat listening to each other breathe, he said 'This is enough.'”— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, amazon.com
“The rape joke is that you were crazy for the next five years, and had to move cities, and had to move states, and whole days went down into the sinkhole of thinking about why it happened. Like you went to look at your backyard and suddenly it wasn’t there, and you were looking down into the center o…”— Patricia Lockwood, theawl.com
“The stubble on your face is a quiet reminder of how much growing we have left to do.”— Fortesa Latifi, amazon.com
“we loved each other until we didn’t. there is no way to turn this into poetry.”— Fortesa Latifi, madgirlf.tumblr.com
“I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism o…”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt...”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“along the brittle treacherous bright streets of memory comes my heart,singing like an idiot, whispering like a drunken man”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com