“Am I craved, am I hungered for? Am I a thirst unquenched? Do you quiver at the thought of me, do you shake at the sound of my voice coming near? I do not know if I will ever be a thing desperately demanded, but if even for a moment, I am quietly longed for, this is enough, this would be plenty.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“Write us not in chalk, but ink permanent, in tattoo black sunken into skin, raised and still red. Never make me cough from the dust of us, never make me wipe my hands of our story erased. Take the needle and find my fingers, draw the line and lock it, lock me, to you.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“I'm going to kiss you, and you're going to forget your legs; know this and prepare yourself for falling.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com