“Our galaxies collided and still, I loved you despite the destruction.”

You must be the modern Midas because I am begging for your touch it is the only thing that makes me feel like gold.

You can be the milky way and I’ll be your andromeda.

You are my world and I am a lone planet forever just outside your orbit.

You closed the book before we could reach the end.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

You decided you loved me when I decided I was done waiting.

I am a sinking ship and my love it’s time you jump overboard or I am going to take you down with me.

I fell in love with a shooting star.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but it does buy enough wine to drown out the memories.

I hold entire constellations within my soul but all he saw were the stars in my soul.

Some days it is exhausting to simply exist.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

I took my demons put them in a jar and kept them on the highest shelf so that you could never touch them.

You smile brighter when you think no one is looking.

Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us.

Great nations do not succumb through lost wars, but rather through racial decay and the destruction of their internal order.

All she built had fallen apart it’s OK she believed destruction was art.

Every day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.

I said “I need a love that won’t break me” while still choosing from broken boys-self-destruction.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

Veins has always been a weakness for her and that lead to the flowing of self destructive poison for her life.

Tis not unreasonable for me to prefer the destruction of the whole world to the scratching of my finger.