“She’s not your unicorn. She’s her own mother fucking dragon.”

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

We’re just some birds in this fucked up nest of a world.

I like you a little bit less- because I love you a little bit more.

Accidental things have purpose.

I ask you in circles, and you shape them as triangles in my head.

Wine and gin nights smell like trouble when its just you and I.

I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.

You can’t expect others to stay if you’re begging them not to.