“If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.”

There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.

Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.

You’d read between my lines, You’d seen truths i had tried to deny all my life.You had read poems that were tucked neatly under my sheets, words i never meant anyone to read.

The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.

I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you couldn’t have.

Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.

I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.

December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.

The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.

I’m not sure if i’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when i look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.

I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.

There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.

I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.

My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.

I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.

He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.

God preordained, for his own glory and the display of His attributes of mercy and justice, a part of the human race, without any merit of their own, to eternal salvation, and another part, in just punishment of their sin, to eternal damnation.

I didn’t believe in forever. But I did believe in you.

Confidence is similar luck. You can’t hold it forever at your service!

It doesn’t matter whether you believe in God or not. Still, one day you will come to meet death. Perhaps, you can stop believing in death too; in order to live forever.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Friendships ought to be immortal, hostilities mortal.

We all move on the fringes of eternity and are sometimes granted vistas through fabric of illusion.