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“meet me here /I am so lonely /I learned a second language”

— Jeremy Radin, from ‘The Banana Room’, in Cosmonauts Avenue (x)

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yes, it hurts, that’s the moral of the story. yellow is the color of my wanting. I’ll say to you, here is honey — eat.

— Irène Mathieu, from “artifacts of daily wanting,” published in Empty Mirror

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“I was beautiful without brutality. // I was beautiful without the steel & hiss of wanting.”

— Emma Bolden, from “In the Absence of Desire I Was No Longer Absent,” House Is An Enigma

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“And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them, and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.”

— Richard Siken, “A Primer for the Small Weird Loves”

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“The car of my body just won’t start, and I’m slamming on the dashboard waiting for some kind of spark, some kind of proof I didn’t just waste this.”

— Ollie Schminkey - “Threesomes” (CUPSI 2016)

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“Please, remember this. There was a love and it was ours. It was ours.”

— Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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—where will you go now that I have given you my body like a terrible grave?

Sandra Simonds, from “A Poem for Leftists,” published in Berfrois (via lifeinpoetry)

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even in a dream state you still feel like a lightning strike

Angelea Lowes, found in candy hearts & neon gods (via wildfairy)

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I guess it’s no surprise that I’ve been served a lot of bad love, but you know, I still ate it. And I licked the damn plate afterwards.

Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

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To be called brave by someone you don’t know / is to wonder if you wear survival like a half-burned dress

Lydia Havens, from “Noli Me Tangere,” Eight of Resilience (via lifeinpoetry)

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Anne Sexton - From Small Wire

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1701 // perhaps, perhaps

by holingues [a.w.] https://www.instagram.com/p/BeERn9OhmvN

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What does it even mean to write a poem? It means today I’m correcting my mistakes.It means I don’t want to be lonely.

Jennifer Chang, from “Again a Solstice” published in Academy of American Poets (via lifeinpoetry)

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Don’t you wish you could go inside a heart, see the strings and atrium’s, everything beating and bleeding. It’s kind of funny, I spend almost every minute thinking about love. Being guided, and divided by love. But I’ve never seen it. It’s just a rumour, a comedown, an afterglow. I wanna see it, in colour. In the summer, I can almost picture it. The sky is bursting, blushing, darkening. A shimmer on the water - your skin, and my skin. The flowers. I sip the drink, I lie to you, I go to secret worlds. You call the car, you tell the truth, you pull me in. Are we blessed? Or cursed? Do we make love or do we destroy it? That summer I wanted to find out.

Lorde, Melodrama Tour Interlude 1 (via angelreedy)

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i still can’t eat a nectarine without  remembering the taste of you i still remember how you kept your hardest parts on the inside too.

2210 summer fruits [aw/holingues] https://www.instagram.com/p/Bajonu0gqd5/?taken-by=holinguespoetry (via holingues)

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i was tagged by my babes @cgcpoems and @wildfairy to put my music on shuffle, write down the first 10, and tag 10 people 💕

1. happier - ed sheeran

2. fallingforyou - the 1975

3. gonna get better - fifth harmony

4. no one else like you - adam levine

5. sleepover - hayley kiyoko

6. better left unsaid - ariana grande

7. guillotine - jon bellion

8. you and i (stripped) - pvris

9. wild heart - bleachers

10. you are the music in me - high school musical 2

i’m tagging @holingues @spacevoyages @thesandwichincident @ohwandas @henrichengs @tristamateer @babesargent