You can't let someone use you to ease their hunger.
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Quotes tagged ‘Love Poem’
I have a postcard mouth. All it ever says is: wish you were here.
I stood at one end of the room and watched him. Between us was a bed and a table and things in a hotel--you know, things that are anonymous and belong to no one. Like a sea or a life. And all I remember is how expensive it was. Not the room, but the feeling.
None of this means it was love. All of this means it was love.
She tells me, 'I don't know how to love anyone with my whole being,' I tell her, 'I don't know how to not.'
The summer heat is kind at night, and every window in our house is open and welcome to it.
Love’s language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.
I love you like ladybugs love windowsills, love you like sperm whales love squid. There’s no depth I wouldn’t follow you through.
But maybe a face that needs holding. Or some laundry that needs folding, like that other night when I faced you, pulled your shirt over your arms and heard you say, everyone deserves this. And I didn’t know if you meant a shirt or arms or just someone to pull it off of you. Someone to touch your fre…
You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.
Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.
I promise you I will try harder to be better. I have battled with things inside me for longer than you know; I do not know what they are or why they are there, I only know that they feel manageable, defeatable, when I am around You.
Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.
Poor, poor fool why can’t you see She can love others and still love thee.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep…