Can time be such a healer if distance makes the heart grow fonder? – © Sam Hunt, 2018 AdvertisementsRead more "It Ends With Me"
Amid this infernality you are eternal, my dear, and I fear I will always love you. Candles can be used for luminescence and for arson, and I may be burned alive inside this strange illumination. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "A Broken Record"
Hold up the mirror as we die together, flying to the sun with melting wings. “Aren’t we beautiful?” you say, for something shines inside this horror show; maybe just our eyes when we say “I love you” as we shovel in the snow, digging our own graves. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Lovelines"
She told me “it could be ten days, it could be ten years.” Eight tenths of a decade have passed since I promised I’d wait, and the tears shed and blood bled have stained like fate on pleasant memories. Only two more years await. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Twenty Twenty"
God is cold sweat. God is dumb luck. God is the rush of regret from a loveless fuck. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Reason"
Romance is a phantom limb which itches intermittently, a pain as purposeful as praying for the dead to rise. Without the eyes to guide me I’m no longer at liberty to fantasise over any kind of horizon. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "To Be In Love with Nothing"
“Quit the noise and write a symphony. My sympathy is finite and you might do better to radiate melody.” Forgive me if it grates but we can’t all be happy. Never mind symphonies, I can barely compose myself. I only decompose. It’s hard to sing about smelling the roses when all I can picture […]Read more "We Could Be Worse"