Saturday, March 2, 2013


SB: Hi.
SB: I just wonder if you ever think about me.
SB: You don't have to answer.

A Sonnet from the Archive of Love's Failures, Volumes 1-3.5 Million
by Anne Boyer

If you were once inside my circle of love

and from this circle are now excluded,
and all my love's citizens I love more than you,
if you were once my lover but I've stopped
letting you, what is the view from outside

my love's limit? Does my love's interior emit
upward and cut into night? Do my charms,
investigations, and illnesses issue to the dark
that circles my circle? Do they bother

your sleep? And if you were once my friend
and are now my villainous foe, what stories
do you tell about how stupid those days
when I cared for you? Because I tell stories

of how you must tremble at my love's terrible walls,
how the memory of its interior you must always be eroding


  1. we are always-eroding anyway. i think, when we find someone who slows the eroding, they must be sewn to us.

    Olivia Lee

  2. LuLu... this touched me and made me think of the people that were once so important in my life and now they aren't... that's sad... :(

    1. I thought this poem, while melancholy, was empowering.
      Sometimes it is for the best that those people are no longer so important in our lives.. because most probably we were never that important in theirs.


  3. Very deep. I love it.

    All the best,
    The Boyfriend Project

  4. Fuck yes, THIS.

    Thank you so much for introducing me to this poem, I NEED TO HUG YOU NOW!