Marisa Crane

If only I had known then the speed with which she could die, maybe I wouldn’t have become the hemlock.

The listlessness of it all, the profit off depression, the extinction of an entire species, the chlorinated connections- poisoned just to appear clean.

What I mean is you make the world less ugly just by living in it.

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

The moonlight melts into lace across your thighs. Unbridled passion, an Elliott Smith vinyl, and the intimate place of you.

You can tell a lot about a person by listening to the way they talk about someone they once loved.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It’s a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.

The best thing that’s ever happened to me is still happening.

I don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me. I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.

Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

I have you in one world, but I need you in two: the hands and the heart, just one won’t do.

It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.

I knew from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.

I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.