how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. L….

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed..

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one..

You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you….

I’m not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better. But please, isn’t this the kind of thing you talk ….

Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say things like “I deserved a better life….

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with ….

Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t. Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back aga….

...you're waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we ….

I don't know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It's the only actual boundary between the body and the world, between a body and ….

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand..

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven....

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again..

Someone is digging your grave right now..

You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not           harmless. You are not                     breathing..

All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe. Let him lay his h….

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence ….

He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver….

We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends.….

I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way, and I don't want to be the kind that says the wrong way. But it doesn't work….

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time..