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Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours._ K.K.

I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.

I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.

If I can__ be your love, then let me be a simple brooch so I may rest a while against your chest. If I can__ be your love, then let me be a forgotten coin so I may rest a while against your thigh. If I can__ be your love, then let me be an unlit cigarette so I may rest a while in between your lips. If I can__ be your love, then let me at least remain in these words so I may rest a while in your thoughts.

I had a boyfriend who told me I__ never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I__ fail. I said to him, __omeday, when we__e not together, you won__ be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.

Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private." "A smug expression crosses his face. "I don't buy it for a second, 'cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder." "A reminder of w-w-what?" "That you were mine.

The West Sister Dating Rules were clear on the matter of apologies. On the evolutionary scale of dating, a guy who apologized solely for the sake of ending the argument and getting back into your good graces was on the level of primeval slime _ especially if he was clearly doing so merely because he was hoping for sex. The proper response was to unveil the offender__ deceit by demanding he explain what exactly he was apologizing for, and then scorn him when he betrayed his ignorance.

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I__ that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

If you notice yourself viewing a potential partner as a "work in progress", that's a sign to find someone else.

It was just my reality, to never have a boy be interested in me romantically for more than one random moment. Like a TV show you don't like but you end up watching anyway, because there's nothing else on.

If you ever want to know how a man truly feels about you, do absolutely nothing. Then you'll have your answer.

I__ twenty-four, a first grade teacher, have a Yorkie named Pedro, a goldfish named Fish, have never had sex, or a serious boyfriend, and I__ the town lesbian who pukes when she sees a pussy. Nothing really to be jealous of at all.

The relationship was perfect, but I hated everything about the person I became.

The ending of your story all depends on the beginning of ours.