You can never love people as much as you can miss them.
"As if you were on fire from within,
The moon lives in the lining of your skin." - Pablo Neruda
I keep your corrective criticism in a chest underneath the bed,
I keep your hushed whispers in the hallway closet.
my cupboard is full of old Halloween costumes,
and the same old conversations.
your sincerity is next to the spoons,
your honesty with the knives.
"And it’s funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people." - Choke by Chuck Palahniuk
"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that — I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn." - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
it was after midnight, in the afternoon. on a cold morning in march, or maybe it was june. all i can remember is our feet at the head of the bed. i lost count on my fingers and toes all the times i tried to imagine myself back there again.
and your tea cup is on the bookshelf,
and my socks are on your bathroom floor,
and you’re a rumpled shape in the bedsheets,
and my heart is selfish and wants more.
so i’ll remember you forever, as you were that midnight afternoon.
my rumpled shaped lover,
many marches ago in june.
"I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze." - White Oleandar by Janet Fitch
"I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" - Sylvia Plath
"He is drawn to attractive women - even if it is not to search for a mate: - all through life I would be subject to a physical, hence animal jealousy of other attractive women - always afraid that a shorter girl, one with better breasts, better feet, better hair than I will be the subject of his lust, or love - and I would always be miserably aware that I had to live up to his expectations - or else, someone else would. - A woman, confined to the home, doesn’t have the opportunity to feed her ego on attractive men" - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath