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

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

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

True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers,and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one’s life.

What’s the worst that could happen? Everyone turned me down; big deal.

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

Comparison is the thief of joy.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

People think they know me, but they don`t. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

Write hard and clear about what hurts.