I Think There Are Many Feminists Who

You Live A Thousand Lives When You Read A Thousand Books.

And Yet, I Found I Could Survive. I Was Alert, I Felt The Pain - The Aching Loss That Radiated Out From My Chest, Sending Wracking Waves Of Hurt Through My Limbs And Head - But It Was Manageable. I Could Live Through It. I Didn't Feel Like The Pain Had Weakened Over Time, Rather That I'd Grown Strong Enough To Bear It.

Look After My Heart - I've Left It With You.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

You Know, Jacob, If It Weren’t For The Fact That We’re Natural Enemies And That You’re Also Trying To Steal Away The Reason For My Existence, I Might Actually Like You.