“Please stop trying to make me the ghost of your past lover.”

The battle between emotion and logic is most brutal.

Come sleep in my heart. Make a home of it there.

Before I met you, I had a lion within me.

Emotions are such complex concepts to understand.

The light found me in the palm of your hand.

I’m dancing on the edge of throwing it all away.

Your smile is a delicacy.

No one told me how hard it was going to be to find myself.

The tip of my tongue is a tireless sword that I defend your name with.

I adore all of these stolen moments with you.

You started forest fires beneath my skin.

The love I have for you burns faster than a forest fire.

Does fully moving on actually exist? So far, I haven’t found it.

I want a man willing to hike mountains for me.

You can’t put love in a locked box, it’s not a stagnant thing.

Let the music fill the empty patches of your soul. And heal you.

To be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).

To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.

In my experience, ghosts are made up only of the living, people you know are out there but are forever out of range

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where noone notices the contrast of white on white.

All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and ghosts of men, and spirits behind those birds of flame. I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes,