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litany of contents
ОглавлениеFRESHMAN YEAR:
first girl
“maybe” forever
transatlanticism
honest
open letter to closeted queer young girls
leftovers
honest once more
+trying
jigsaw
today
“it was a war between people we didn’t even know”
weaponry
falling in reverse
a little more
SOPHOMORE YEAR:
are we ever really ready?
ghosts
what am i even looking at anymore
untitled
quieter ones
a breath
a song
the last one for you
post-it love poems
have mercy
everything i say to you that means i love you
naming love
artpop
midnight blue isn’t just one color
pleading
thank you
musings about everything
trust
naive
on living forever
subtler ways to say i love you
my work is beautiful
the one she read
a poem about boys on a new york subway
“will cutting my hair make the hurt go away?”
heart talk in an art museum
poet meets girl
a quiet kind of lovely
worst type of rainy day
three days
makeout
da poetry lounge
JUNIOR YEAR:
what i imagine when i think about falling asleep next to you
time zones again
love stories
distance
i don’t know anymore
home is too far
communication
queer
missing your long distance girlfriend in the least poetic way
on the phone with my girlfriend as she writes a poem
here again
shipwreck
dessert and void filler
forgive me
nightmares of missing you
you’re the only one i can write about
first night all over again
speaking of dreams and sleeping
holding your hand
nightmares of missing you: resolved
am i alive?
my real-life romance novel
the speed of light
holding you through the thunderstorm, love
my everything
the way your rings talk about me
it’s almost raining and i adore you
flower garden
daydream number one
two months
how to fall in love
where do i begin and how do i learn it
time capsule
something like a heartbreak poem
saturday morning
brand new city
SENIOR YEAR:
cameron boyce
be patient with me
power full
grand canyon poem
nowhere i will not go
plane ride love poem
charming
chai tea kind of heartache
card tricks and how i feel about you
so very much
something is burning
my love
newsletter
hey headass i guess i need you
whiplash
a letter to the notebook i have used for the past six months
small space
beautiful time capsule
a poem
to the lighthouse
foggy windows
1.1.20