“I used to be fearless. I used to be invincible. But now my fingers are fumbling for the empty space of your outline on my bed sheets.”— Sade Andria Zabala, sadeandriazabala.com
“stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.”— Nayyirah Waheed, amazon.com
“The first time I heard my name in your mouth, the ground felt like a language I haven’t spoken in years. I forgot everything I knew about gravity.”— Rudy Francisco, amazon.com
“I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.”— Aimee Bender, amazon.com
“On your face there is something like the promise of a storm: one day passion will burn it to the bone.”— Jean-Paul Sartre, amazon.com
“She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can’t help thinking she’s more than that and she’s got other elements going on that no one’s ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everybody else.”— Jennifer Niven, amazon.com
“Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.”— Nizar Qabbani, poemhunter.com
“Her kisses were the wings of butterflies, beating softly upon lips of crushed petals.”— Michael Faudet, amazon.com
“I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.”— Mary MacLane, amazon.com
“Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of fire I am a flame burning brightly hot enough to leave blisters on those lips”— William Chapman, williamchapmanwritings.tumblr.com
“I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinevonradicspoems.tumblr.com
“By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness.”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com