I never want you to be unhappy. I never want you to cry. I’d happily sacrifice whatever happiness still resides inside of me to keep your smile alive. Is this love or is it death? Either way, my heart is at your service. – © Sam Hunt, 2019
Read more "Unhealthy"Your heart is in your eyes. They shine like daylight seeping through the woodwork of an abandoned house. They’re glazed with thrills and pains from the past like cocaine stains on CD cases. If only for a moment, I’m everywhere and nowhere. – © Sam Hunt, 2019
Read more "Crocodile"Please forgive me. I may have behaved with less sincerity than I intended. I feel so guilty that I was so stupid, so selfish, so senseless to think that I could fix me if I could fix you. Do forgive me, I beg of you. – © Sam Hunt, 2018
Read more "I Don’t Have a Love Life"Should you chance upon this happenstance where life is lived without romance, relax when they chatter and glance at you askance. Skilful solitude can save oneself from suicide when given time. – © Sam Hunt, 2018
Read more "Adaptation"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, 2018
Read 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, 2018
Read 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, 2018
Read more "Twenty Twenty"God is cold sweat. God is dumb luck. God is the rush of regret from a loveless fuck. – © Sam Hunt, 2018
Read 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, 2018
Read more "To Be In Love with Nothing"Call me when you’ve given up, when “the one” has stood you up again and Prince Charming is fading like a dream in morning. Drop me a line when you’ve dropped your standards and I’ll dampen your disappointment to the best of my ability. – © Sam Hunt, 2018
Read more "Compromise"
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