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Huge events take place on this earth every day. Earthquakes, hurricanes, even glaciers move. So why couldn't he just look at me?

Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark to the window. Not one work will make you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake from your night toward me. The only gift I got to keep or give is what I've cried, floodgates let down to mourning for the dead chances, for the end of being young, for everyone I loved who really died. I drank our one year out in brine instead of honey from the seasons of your tongue.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.

I think only stupid people have good relationships.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.

Have you ever been in love? Stay well clear. It leaves you very bitter and very twisted.

Letting go, it's so hard The way it's hurting now To get this love untied So tough to stay with this thing 'cos if I follow through I face what I denied I'll get those hooks out of me And I'll take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side Kill that fear of emptiness, that loneliness I hide.

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything.

... somehow I couldn't stop. I had turned into someone that I would have pitied in another life; someone who searched for signs, who analyzed patterns, who went over every word in a conversation looking for hidden meanings, secret signals, the subtext that said, Yes, I still love you, of course I still love you.

We're not in love-we're just trying to wash away the dirt.

I try to date, but I take it so seriously. I am bad at having a casual relationship, so I kind of don't.

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

For this my mother wrapped me warm,_x000D__x000D_And called me home against the storm,_x000D__x000D_And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,_x000D__x000D_And gave me roughage in my diet,_x000D__x000D_And tucked me in my bed at eight,_x000D__x000D_And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,_x000D__x000D_And watched me as I sat and stood:_x000D__x000D_That I might grow to womanhood_x000D__x000D_To hear a whistle and drop my wits_x000D__x000D_And break my heart to clattering bits.

Since you walked out on me I'm getting lovelier by the hour. I glow like a corpse in the dark. No one sees how round and sharp my eyes have grown how my carcass looks like a glass urn, how I hold up things in the rags of my hands, the way I can stand through crippled by lust. No, there's just your cruelty circling my head like a bright rotting halo.

But from a distance. I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

You thought I was that type: that you could forget me, and that I'd plead and weep and throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, or that I'd ask the sorcerers for some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: my precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I will not grant your cursed soul vicarious tears or a single glance. And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working ikon, and by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.

I turn you out of doors tenant desire you pay no rent I turn you out of doors all my best rooms are yours the brain and heart depart I turn you out of doors switch off the lights throw water on the fire I turn you out of doors stubborn desire.

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,_x000D__x000D_My tears like vinegar,_x000D__x000D_Or the bitter blinking yellow_x000D__x000D_Of an acetic star._x000D__x000D_Tonight the caustic wind, love,_x000D__x000D_Gossips late and soon,_x000D__x000D_And I wear the wry-faced pucker of_x000D__x000D_The sour lemon moon._x000D__x000D_While like an early summer plum,_x000D__x000D_Puny, green, and tart,_x000D__x000D_Droops upon its wizened stem_x000D__x000D_My lean, unripened heart.