“What a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.”

I knew I loved you before I understood what that meant.

All I really know is whatever the cost you’re worth it.

I spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)

My body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.

And again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.

I don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.

Of all the people I’ve been the man you loved is the only one I miss.

Maybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.

I swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.

What a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.

It was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.

Just because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

Some days survival is all the living I can do.

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

Sugar is responsible for a lot of deaths. Arguably more than crack cocaine.

Those who enjoy the emotion of hating are much like the groups who sate their thirst for blood by hunting and hounding to death helpless animals as an outlet for their emotions.

Men, I am not ordering you to attack. I am ordering you to die. In the time that it takes us to die, other forces and commanders can come and take our place.

I think people have gotten to know Tupac much better since he’s been gone than they did when he was here.

It’s not like I’m dying to do work that’s taken seriously, and I’m not looking to become a thespian. It’s not what I’m looking for; I’m just looking to do quality work.

This nation has never lived without independence. We cannot and shall not live without it. Either independence or death.

An ignorant doctor is the aide-de-camp of death.

My dad’s death reminds me of earthquakes – things that shake your foundation.