❝ I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
❝ Please don’t be frightened if you feel my lips on the back of your neck, I didn’t mean to kiss it, it’s only love which can’t be helped. ❞
Franz Kafka
❝ deep in my enemy I find the lover. ❞
The Cid by Pierre Corneille
❝ I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice ❞
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
❝ Every time I close my eyes，I see you. I’ve always seen you. even if you tell me you don’t feel the same. Even if I walk away knowing there’s not a chance in hell of us ever being something, I’ll wait for you. ❞
Say You’ll Stay by Corinne Michaels
❝ He was like an animal, hungry for every sensation, for every way of knowing me. ❞
Auletris by Anaïs Nin
❝ … I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most. ❞
Bao Phi
❝ Don’t you realise I want to know everything about you? That even now, when I should have forgotten you, all I desire is to know your heart better than my own? ❞
The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri
❝ how do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does.? ❞
Anonymous
❝ kill me. kill me and live with the memory, then tell the stars that you won. ❞
Warriors Dawn of the Clans by Erin Hunter
❝ dearest, unleash me, I beg. I am in agony. day and night my lungs grasp at your every breath and my hands yearn to find yours. how close you are to my heart you cannot know. ❞
Anonymous
❝ I have the delusion that you are with me as I walk through the fields of flowers, under the moon. ❞
Yosano Akiko
❝ god, i’d never kiss you; but our hands fit like puzzle pieces, and your smile makes my heart sing and you cried when you said you love me, voice thick with fear and awe. and I knew then I could break you and that terrifies me, because you deserve better but I would die for you. ❞
Anonymous
❝ He’s nothing like you thought he was. His sharp edges are softer, somehow, and that’s wrong. That’s wrong, and it scares you, because if he’s softer then you just might love him. And if he’s softer, then he just might love you back. And what could be more terrifying than that? ❞
Anonymous
❝ I see a piece of you wherever I go, it became more of a curse than a blessing. ❞
Anonymous
❝ you frazzle me. you unfocus me. and you’re doing it again now‒my words are lost before they even leave my mouth. you unravel me. you leave me to falter. ❞
Anonymous
❝ and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for. ❞
Richard Siken
❝ if you can only feel me, if my longing will only reach you, ❞
The voice I owe to you by Pedro Salinas
Nevermore by Shanen Ricci
❝ I beg you ‒ he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine. ❞
Sylvie
❝ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole. ❞
Warsan Shire
❝ I want you to want me as I want you. desperately. I want to make you shiver from my touch. I want to hear your voice, breathless and shaky. oh, I want to hear you say my name like a prayer. full of devotion. ❞
Anonymous
❝ ’we were enemies.’
’you were the center of my universe. everything else spun around you.’ ❞
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell
❝ I confuse instinct for desire ‒ isn’t bite also touch? ❞
Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz
❝ hatred would have been easier. with hatred, I would have known what to do. hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love. ❞
CAT’S EYE by Margaret Atwood
❝ There was something about him. I think I told myself it was lust, a new sort of lust, consuming. There was something familiar about him, like I’d loved him before. ❞
Everything Under by Daisy Johnson
❝ I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. ❞
Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice
❝ I only long for your touch. I will rip my heart out if it means you will hold it. ❞
Anonymous
❝ It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face. ❞
Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice
❝ You wanted to touch his hands and his lips and this means your life is over anyway. ❞
Richard Siken
❝ I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity. ❞
Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka
❝ He’s kissing me and all the time I’m thinking, do you know? Do you know how much danger we’re in? ❞
Suzanne Collins
❝ my teeth should graze him, my teeth should haunt the crook of his neck. I didn’t know whether I wanted to devour or worship, but I understood he should cry out only for me. ❞
Anonymous
❝ doe‒eyes, full, pink lips. the soft curves of his frame. i’d never wanted anyone more than him. I wanted to curse him for it. ❞
Anonymous
❝ And I don’t know, don’t know if we belong together or apart, except that my soul lingers over the skin of you. ❞
Walking Alone by Anne Sexton
❝ the world is going to hell and we have blood on our hands but once you touch my face I am clean of all sins. ❞
Anonymous
❝ I’d trade the world, plеase, I will beg and plead if you could turn around and stay with mе. ❞
Anonymous
❝ Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands. ❞
No Exit by Jean-Paul Sarte
❝ he doesn’t have to be atlas. I would hold him through the night and into the dawn, if only he would let me. i’d swallow his tears & keep the world from hearing him. ❞
Anonymous
❝ ’would he recognize me?’ I asked myself,
’would he recognize the ghost i’ve become?’ ❞