“When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.”

I want to see you naked stripped bare yourself in front of me and then you can take your clothes off.

All these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.

She won’t settle for being just another girl on your feed you know.

What about us who would like a piece of the soul served as an aperitif before we dig into flesh?

I want to see our demons complement each other for the rest of our lives.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

I fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.

Wake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.

I’ll be a fool anywhere but never in love, I promise me that.

I want you here with me To guide me, hold me, and love me now.

So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me – everyday.

You can fail at what you don’t want, so you might as well take a chance on doing what you love.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty – love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

We know that from time to time, there arise among human beings, people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.

All around the world, people want to be loved.

Those who have a strong sense of love and belonging have the courage to be imperfect.

Psychologically, it’s what I love to be. Tearing apart a person from the inside out.