“I meant every word I said. And I hate that it would mean so much to me, to know that I cross your mind occasionally.”

What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.

Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.

Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.

Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.

Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.

Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.

There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.

Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.

There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.

All those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.

A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.

Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.

Its like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.

I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.

They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.

The more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.

Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.

I think religion has always tried to turn hatred towards gay people. Religion promotes the hatred and spite against gays. But there are so many Christian people I know who are gay and love their religion.

What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.

Hate is an automatic response to fear, for fear humiliates.

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

It’s good to know who hates you and it is good to be hated by the right people.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.