In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.
Sylvia PlathWhen you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
Sylvia PlathIf you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.
Sylvia Plath