Category: lit

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I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Everything in life is just for a while.

Why do they always teach us that it’s easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It’s the hardest thing in the world—to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage. I mean, what we really want.

What a wicked game to play,
to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do,
to let me dream of you

You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me.