You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.

Even through the smoke,you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.

I've never known lovethat wasn't an animal waiting to devour.

Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?

Why kill a wild thingwhen you can take it home and tie it down?

there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands....What they don't realize is I am not a thing to fix.

Drink wine in new cities.Forget that you were everintoxicated by the vowelsof his name.

I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice,but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.

When he asks you whyyou chose alone all these years.Tell him that it’s becauseyou love with all claws and bared teeth.Apologize for the scratchesthat you will leave on his skin;ask forgiveness for the bite marks.Tell him you never ever mean to love so hard, but you do.