Moje potonuće se sastoji u emotivnoj nagosti i neadekvatnoj pokrivenosti u svakodnevnim situacijama.
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
-Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do.
i need sexual healing
I’m so detached and distant and cold at times, but I swear if you spark my interest, I can become so clingy and you’ll become so important to me and I will put so much of my time and effort towards you. But then you’ll get tired of me.
I HAVE NEVER FOUND A POST SO ACCURATE TO MY LIFE
My parents cannot afford to pay the rent
and all I care about is that my friends
are falling in love with each other.
I think often about having an affair
with a married man, how easy it would be
to lay beneath someone else’s sweaty
husband as he tells me I taste exactly
like the eighty dollar bottle of champagne
he bought for us at dinner. Maybe I would
email his wife in the morning, after he’s
gone to work or to the gym, and tell her
how nice her sheets are, that I hope she
can taste me on his lips when he kisses
her hello. Is this too honest? Did you know
that if you draw straight lines around
your heart, they form a triangle? I can’t
always afford lipstick so instead I will sit
at my kitchen table with a bag of cherries
and a knife. There was a man on the bus
who asked to see my breasts and I hesitated
before saying no. I guess some things you
should keep to yourself.
-Kristina Haynes, “I Do Not Always Name My Poems”
Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.
I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to mine.
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.
Nobody wanted your dance,
Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering
drowning life and your effort to save yourself,
treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,
looking for something to give.
-Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters