I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.

Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the way someone falling down in the street is funny. I entered a revolving door and emerged as a human being. When you think of me is my face electronically blurred?

I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.