“And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?”

Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.

I wanted our flower to bloom, even through the lightening storm.

Kissing you felt like poetry.

Stars sought sanctuary in the darkness between us.

Secrets secrets secrets so many but none with you.

I wish to pass like time to fall away like yesterdays.

I loose a piece of my heart when we’re apart.

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

My little sunflower god, even the stars worshiped you.

I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.

I loved poetry the moment it turned my pain into something beautiful.

We are just broken things pretending to be whole.

It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.

I’ve come to love these moments of sunshine with you.

How can I love again when all your love remains with me.

I hope you know that you are the only thing I have ever craved.

It seems to me that a man who is incapable of humor is capable of cruelty.

Cruelty, very far from being a vice, is the first sentiment Nature injects in us all.

Cruelty is simply the energy in a man civilization has not yet altogether corrupted: therefore it is a virtue, not a vice.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.

The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.

Cruelty, very far from being a vice, is the first sentiment Nature injects in us all.

I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.