“You loved me in a glasshouse.”

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.

And sometimes love looks like choosing.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.

I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.

I would die for you it’s true if I could only learn how to breathe around you.

I want to catch snowflakes on your tongue.

I can walk around the city whole night looking up at the moon and the stars, but I’ll need a glass of wine and a lot of you by my side.

Give me some music and a glass of wine.

My fans are like my glasses. Without them I’d be blurry.

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

This wine is awful. Get me another glass.

Heart made of glass and my mind of stone.

Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that’s twice as big as it needs to be.

Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.