“You’re still the green-grey eyes, the laugh that warms me. You’re still the unbrushed hair. And I promise I’ll run my fingers through the tangles. Promise I’ll kiss every lonely strand, every broken follicle. Until you can taste the forever on my lips.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I called you last night. Because I saw the picture, because I wanted to know if your voice still sounded like Saturday mornings with closed blinds, an old truck with the windows down on the highway in the sticky-hot Western sun. Yes, you did. Your voice brought me to all the places I’d been searchin…”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Maybe we’ll always be connected across the expanse of space and sky, and when I lift my head from the pillow, you’ll feel my energy too. You’ll wonder why you’ve felt so restless ever since I left.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Our connection is paper thin—or, like sutures, weaving through the sinews of my heart, stitching fragments of you to me, of me to you to your chest cavity, laying claim, filling those hollow spaces, making you whole so you won’t miss me, haven’t missed me since I’ve been gone.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I wonder if you know I still think about you every time I drive the gravel backroad where we first kissed, electricity between us sparking white against that night sky like fireflies.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“you were the only man who made me believe even those born to run might learn to slow down.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“You will always remind me of late nights on I-35, Three Musketeers bars melting chocolate all over my fingers and you laughing, leaning in to kiss the sweetness from my lips.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“If I could give you my heart like an atlas, I’d let your fingers trace the highways, the veins that make the backroads, the creeks, pauses where you’ve taken my breath.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“If you are the wind, I am a dandelion seed, twisting spinning, caught in your embrace, traveling miles, seeing a sky I’d never dreamed.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Long and liquid words like wounds reopening, spilling blood across the surface of each page. I wrote every secret, every hope, every wish, confessing how my lips still long to be kissed by yours.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I was dizzy in love with the idea of love so much so I expected boys who were not men to chase me when what I really wanted was to chase everything that didn’t taste like home.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“In a documentary about you and me. I would be sitting in an old couch, in a studio apartment, in your white t-shirt thinking back to how I fell in love with you. You in the blue jeans. My eyes would be kinder after years with you. My hair messy, my brains nostalgic and my heart softer. I would tell…”— Royla Asghar, poems-of-madness.tumblr.com
“I woke up this morning and thought of you while I was brushing my teeth. I smiled. That’s the poem right there.”— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, coaptowicz.tumblr.com
“I will love you With the dust of who I was, With the skin that I am now, And with the bones That will one day decorate my tomb.”— Christopher Poindexter, moon-quotes.tumblr.com
“I crave a dangerous kind of love.One that breaks heart and bed springs.”— Michael Faudet, twitter.com
“I could watch a million sunrises and still never see one quite as beautiful as your eyes slowly opening in the morning.”— Michael Faudet, twitter.com
“It was all hands and lips and hearts in tandem. There was motion in our bodies and emotion in our discourse. We were a symphony of melody and melancholy. When you find peace in another’s presence, there is no mistaken.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com
“No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com