“How lonely it feels to be next to you.”

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.

The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.

Things never happen the same way twice.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

A second chance doesn’t mean anything if you haven’t learned from your first mistake.

Just remember, you can’t climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.