“Doesn’t he know I want everything? And in return, I’ll give him all of me.”

You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.

When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.

And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.

It’s time to see what happens when I fly.

I don’t want to hide. Not from you.

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.

If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.

I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.

He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.

I may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.

It’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.

Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

Patience, my dear, in all things, but especially in love.

Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.

We accept love only to the extent we are willing to endure heartbreak.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

What is perfect love if not loving each others imperfections perfectly?

Of this, i am certain, my heart begins and ends with him.

It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone, it’s not unusual to have fun with anyone. But when I see you hanging about with anyone, it’s not unusual to see me cry. I wanna’ die.

I love the days when the earth smiles back.