“I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.”

Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.

I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.

You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.

Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.

If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!

These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.

Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.

Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.

Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.

Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.

When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!

Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.

I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.

Modeling is a job. Even my mum doesn’t believe that I do work hard.

I believe in God and the Devil, but they don’t have to have pitchforks and a long white beard.

I am one of those people who believes that the solution to the world’s problems is to be found behind the Iron Curtain.

Self-worth comes from one thing – thinking that you are worthy.

Self-worth comes from one thing – thinking that you are worthy.

Magic awaits those who believe in it.

I don’t know who’d been protecting me all this time if it weren’t God.

Men in general are quick to believe that which they wish to be true.