“in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles.” — frank o'hara, having a coke with you

“you were as deep down as i’ve ever been. you were inside me like my pulse.” — marilyn hacker, nearly a valediction

“loving you was like going to war; i never came back the same.” — warsan shire, excuses for why we failed at love

“love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and i just can’t. i can’t go out and find someone new because i always think of her.” — neil hillborn, ocd