See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek

I imagine a line a white line painted on the sand and on the ocean from me to you.

Your absence has not taught me to be alone it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall.

Oh its always the same she sighed if you want men to behave well to you you must be beastly to them if you treat them decently they make you suffer for it.

And Ill dance with you in ViennaIll be wearing a rivers disguise.The hyacinth wild on my shouldermy mouth on the dew of your thighs.And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbookwith the photographs there and the moss.And Ill yield to the flood of your beautymy cheap violin and my cross.

I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately this moment than I have ever loved you before and in an hour I will love you more than that

You have my whole heart. You always did.

All the most powerful emotions come from chaos -fearangerlove- especially love. Love is chaos itself. Think about it Love makes no sense. It shakes you up and spins you around. And then eventually it falls apart.

She loved the guy. She did it for him. She wouldve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people outyour friends everyone you used to know. And its still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking and you know its going to take you down with it. Ive seen that happen to a lot of people here. I think thats why Im sick of love.

I dont let nobody see me wishin he was mine