A review by ghostluvr2000
Crush by Richard Siken
5.0
richard siken you just get ittttt. you are an honorary tumblr mutual to me
'tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / these, our bodies, possessed by light. tell me we'll never get used to it.' 'pretending / that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands' 'we're shooting a scene where i swallow / your heart and you make me / spit it up again.' 'it's thinking of love. / it's thinking of stabbing us to death / and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.' 'i wanted to be wanted.' 'sorry / about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. / i couldn't get the boy to kill me, but i wore his / jacket for the longest time.' 'i take off my hands and i give them to you.' 'i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything [...] i want to tell you think story without having to be in it.' 'you want a better story. who wouldn't?' 'here's the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all / forgiven. / even though we didn't deserve it.' 'actually, you said love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it's like a religion. it's / terrifying. no one / will ever want to sleep with you.' 'a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river / but then he's still left / with the river. / a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he's still left with his hands.' 'you try to warn him, you tell him / you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn't listen.' 'and he hasn't moved / he's frozen, and you've kissed him, and he'll never / forgive you, and maybe now he'll leave you alone.' 'because you want to die for love, you always have.' 'the stitches or the devouring mouth?' 'you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves / you, but he loves you. and you feel like you've done something terr / ible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shovelled yourself / a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. you're in a car with a beautiful boy, / and you're trying to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to / choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and / he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your / heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you / don't even have a name for.' 'a love that transcends hunger.' 'we are all just trying to be holy.'
'tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / these, our bodies, possessed by light. tell me we'll never get used to it.' 'pretending / that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands' 'we're shooting a scene where i swallow / your heart and you make me / spit it up again.' 'it's thinking of love. / it's thinking of stabbing us to death / and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.' 'i wanted to be wanted.' 'sorry / about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. / i couldn't get the boy to kill me, but i wore his / jacket for the longest time.' 'i take off my hands and i give them to you.' 'i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything [...] i want to tell you think story without having to be in it.' 'you want a better story. who wouldn't?' 'here's the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all / forgiven. / even though we didn't deserve it.' 'actually, you said love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it's like a religion. it's / terrifying. no one / will ever want to sleep with you.' 'a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river / but then he's still left / with the river. / a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he's still left with his hands.' 'you try to warn him, you tell him / you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn't listen.' 'and he hasn't moved / he's frozen, and you've kissed him, and he'll never / forgive you, and maybe now he'll leave you alone.' 'because you want to die for love, you always have.' 'the stitches or the devouring mouth?' 'you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves / you, but he loves you. and you feel like you've done something terr / ible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shovelled yourself / a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. you're in a car with a beautiful boy, / and you're trying to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to / choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and / he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your / heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you / don't even have a name for.' 'a love that transcends hunger.' 'we are all just trying to be holy.'