Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma
I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered
if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.
Annelyse Gelman
Richard Jackson, from “Basic Algebra,”
My heart's in my mouth
Have you figured it out?
I still love you, even more now
Butterflies by Scouting for Girls
“This Is What Baggage Looks Like” Trista Mateer
Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
James Patterson, The Angel Experiment
And this urge to run away from what I love is a sort of sadism I no longer pretend to understand.
Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
I think I’d rather keep the bullet this time. It’s mine, you can’t have it, see,
I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s
as good as anything.
You can’t get out of this one, Henry, you can’t get it out of me, and with this bullet
lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because
it’s all I have,
because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.
Richard Siken, Crush (Wishbone)