I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.
Charles BukowskiLove is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.
Charles Bukowskipeople are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad.
Charles BukowskiLove is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Charles Bukowski