- i still love you most of all / do you love stefano? … more than your parents, more than rino? more than everyone, but not more than you / i like you the most. i like you more than my mom and dad. you’re my favorite person in the world
- my part is here, whether i will it or no. it was decided for me long ago / this story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. it is already over. nothing can be done to change it / this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story / but there's nothing she can do. her name is antigone, and she will have to play her part through to the end / foolish creature. let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered
- i have seen deer split open on the road and thought that's exactly what those soft and gentle fuckers deserve. some things happened to me in my formative years that i don't want to tell you about but some things happened to you too / we are the deer, we are the headlights. we are the road where they collide
- love you like god loves you / why am i seeing you the way god sees you
- look at us. im frozen, and you're dead. and i love you / it's a little game we play: i pretend i'm somebody, she pretends she isn't dead
- i dreamed i forgot you but to dream you was remembering / because if you walk into a room and notice what is missing from it, it's still there isn't it? the first poem i wrote that wasn't about you was still about you
- mere data makes a man. A and C and T and G. the alphabet of you. all from four symbols. i am only two: 1 and 0 / and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
- what father leaves you for a knife? chooses his god instead? / what could you possibly kill, that you loved so much, it would make the sun rise again? / what kind of lord would order a father to kill his own son? he's the only lord we have, the lord of our ancestors, the lord who was here before we were born. and if that lord had a son, would he order him to be killed as well asked isaac. time will tell / i thought you might go to him, offer him comfort [...] you might wear one of your mother's dresses
- that beautiful summer we met in. i've lost my tenderness since then, don't you agree? / youth is never coming back / we can never go back to who we once were /
feb 21 2026 ∞
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