“You said I was sunshine breaking shadows into your night.”

He doesn’t know what i need that once, his planted seed has grown in me for him, my heart blooms for eternity.

I want to feel that way again when you look into my eyes i couldn’t look away as if i was spellbound.

Raided my heart, after you lust for me among others, for some reason you chose me it was chaos at first sight.

You are in my blood no one can break this bond.

I warned you not to play with matches but you said you loved the heat. Darling, the inferno warms you but it spreads like wildfire. Now, we’re both in ruins.

Even though he is not mine I wish him a heart fully made & even though, to my love he is blind for him my love will never fade.

Tease me over & again, moon over my night a meteor-like allure strike through my heart.

Stay with me in this inferno and together we’ll watch the world burn.

If this should end in fire come, fill this desire.

It is not the world I fear but what becomes of me; when you disappear so understand it is you I cannot sacrifice with you in my life-I’ll suffice.

If you are a painter my love, then I will be your writer.

Tell me about the city you grew up in, how you like to take your tea let me see the world through your eyes; be the muse to my literacy.

In the cold you left me, that is how my love for you came to be.

You shall have all that is in this garden.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun, too close, too much.

I want a love that meets me half way. A love filled with chivalry as if it were written in old days.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.

There is one thing I would break up over, and that is if she caught me with another woman. I won’t stand for that.

When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.

Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him. Some night these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones, occur at the same objective moment, and Ray and Mirabelle are connected without ever knowing it.

I was fifteen years old when I understood how it is that things break down: people can’t imagine someone else’s point of view.

We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.

When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine.