Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?
Do you feel nothing?
And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I’ve dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.
Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis
And whoever that man I love is,
he will be sitting in the audience.
Our eyes will connect for the slightest second
We don’t have to be here much longer.
You and I, we will soon go somewhere else.
I’ll feel a shot of warmth in me.
like a dying fire that with one breath he can keep aglow.
I know that no matter how many faces are in a crowd,
I’ll find his.
I’ll find his.
-Betty Shamieh, Architecture
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- ee cummings, ‘i carry your heart with me’