171 Quotes by Richard Siken

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Lie down on the bed, you’re all I ever wanted and worth dying for too... but I think I’d rather keep the bullet.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses – I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole.

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?