“We are no different – we go back to anyone just to have something to do.”

We don’t belong to anyone. Half the time we don’t even belong to ourselves.

He says he wants to take me to Paris – but I see Amsterdam in his eyes.

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Lets admit it: we all play the game of hide and seek fairly well.

Please – stop living in boxes where you can’t breathe.

I want your madness, only if you promise to be mad about me.

I love things that smell like fire and taste like fumes: you.

We both chased our dreams and our dreams chased us. Yet we forgot to chase each other.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

I turned us into poetry because this is how we remain.

You give me butterflies in a stomach full of moths.

She’s a architect – building castle out things that nearly destroyed her.

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

I wonder if she understands how different she is from any other friends I’ve had, If she recognizes how many of my poems are about the way our souls entwine, If she’ll ever know how much I love her.

Who you want and who you need and sometimes two different people.

Every artist wants something different out the game.

When I arrived, at first a lot of people were like, ‘This kid is different.’

Depression looks different on everyone & you aren’t strange if your pain doesn’t match everyone else.

I always liked different things, rare things.

Many will call me an adventurer, and that I am only one of a different sort: one who risks his skin to prove his truths.

You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.