“I thought leaving you would be easy, just walking out the door but I keep getting pinned against it with my legs around your waist and it’s like my lips want you like my lungs want air, it’s just what… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“It’s just so strange. You used to love me, and now you’re a stranger who happens to know all of my secrets.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“The day I bought my cane, I realized I was through with the burden of feet. Instead, I am going to become a mermaid. I have always liked the ocean, the promise of depth. I am tired of this dry world, all of this dust and sickness, these barren fields. I want to dive without drowning. I want to kiss… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“I pity the woman who will love you when I am done. She will show up to your first date with a dustpan and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces I left you in. She will hear my name so often it will begin to dig holes in her. That is where doubt will grow. She will look… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.” — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
“I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned. II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“Someday I will stop being young and wanting stupid tattoos. There are 7 people in my house. We each have different genders. I cut my hair over the bathroom sink and everything I own has a hole in it. There is a banner in our living room that says “Love Cats Hate Capitalism.” We sit around the kitchen table and… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share
“But my heart is an old house (the kind my mother grew up in) hell to heat and cool and faulty in the wiring… — Clementine von Radics Copy Share Image
