Relationships,poetry Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life

1. All the black leathershe needsis the E-Z boy reclinerwhere her love is parkedwith one of his hands wrapped around a remote,the other, a bottle of beer.She's right. It's kinky.The way he doesn't look awayfrom the TV,as her head bobsin his laplike a fisherman's floaton a nature program,hecticwith the pacehis breath sets.His crotch swellsunder her mouth'sprowess. He's sucha sweethearthe waitsuntil thecommercialsto come. Why Things Burn

2. For you she learned to wear a short black slipand red lipstick,how to order a glass of red wineand finish it. She learned to reach outas if to touch your arm and then nottouch it, changing the subject.Didn't you think, she'd begin, orWeren't you sorry. . . .To call your best friendsby their schoolboy namesand give them kisses good-bye,to look away when they sayYour wife! So your confidence grows.She doesn't ask what you wantbecause she knows.Isn't that what you think?When actually she was only waitingto be told Take off your dress---to be stunned, and then do this,never rehearsed, but perfectly obvious:in one motion up, over, and gone,the X of her arms crossing and uncrossing,her face flashing away from you in the fabricso that you couldn't say if she wasappearing or disappearing. A Working Girl Can't Win

3. Forbidden things— my God, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Vine: Book of Poetry

4. FRIDA KAHLO TO MARTY MCCONNELLleaving is not enough; you muststay gone. train your heartlike a dog. change the lockseven on the house he’s nevervisited. you lucky, lucky girl.you have an apartmentjust your size. a bathtubfull of tea. a heart the sizeof Arizona, but not nearlyso arid. don’t wish awayyour cracked past, yourcrooked toes, your problemsare papier mache puppetsyou made or bought because the vendorat the market was so compelling you justhad to have them. you had to have him.and you did. and now you pull downthe bridge between your houses,you make him call beforehe visits, you take a loverfor granted, you takea lover who looks at youlike maybe you are magic. makethe first bottle you consumein this place a relic. place iton whatever altar you fashionwith a knife and five cranberries.don’t lose too much weight.stupid girls are always tryingto disappear as revenge. and youare not stupid. you loved a manwith more hands than a paradeof beggars, and here you stand. heartlike a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.heart leaking something so strongthey can smell it in the street.

5. I have an attraction to strangeand unusual things.I find them interesting,spellbinding,utterly fascinating. Moon Gypsy

6. I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

7. In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street I Made My Boy Out of Poetry

8. Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is. Moon Gypsy

9. Living together/ is one move closer/ to living apart

10. Love me like a wrong turn on a bad roadlate at night.

11. Mine Enemy is growing old --I have at last Revenge --The Palate of the Hate departs --If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits --It is a faded Meat --Anger as soon as fed is dead --'Tis starving makes it fat I'm Nobody! Who Are You?

12. That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

13. The aching in my chest isn't because I miss you,it's realizing that you have become someone I no longer know,your fears, your 4 am thoughts, your achievements,are things I no longer have an equivalent to.Who we were and who we are are four different people, and the me from now doesn't relate to the me from then, let alone to the you from now.-Tanzy Sayadi and Jarod Kintz liQUID PROse QUOtes

14. THE WEATHER OF LOVELoveHas a way of wiltingOr blossomingAt the strangest,Most unpredictable hour.This is how love is,An uncontrollable beastIn the form of a flower.The sun does not always shine on it.Nor does the rain always pour on itNor should it always get beaten by a storm.Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.Water it.Give it plenty of sunlight.Nurture it,And the flower of love willOutlive you.Neglect it or keep dissecting it,And its petals will quickly curl up and die.This is how love is,Perfection is a delusional vision.So love the person who loves youUnconditionally,And abandon the oneWho only loves youUnder favorableConditions. Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

15. There is such a shelter in each other.

16. We were not of this world—Dancing with fireflieswe lit up the night skyembracing the darkness and light within each other.We tasted of salt and earth and flesh.He dissolved in me, while I melted with him.Together, he and I became intensity,perfect insanity.Ethereal, eternal, omnipotent, limitless—We loved beyond this world. Moon Gypsy

17. you can take this mouththis wound you wantbut you can't kissand make itbetter. Why Things Burn

18. You fit into melike a hook into an eyea fish hookan open eye