“The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.”

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

We’re just some birds in this fucked up nest of a world.

I like you a little bit less- because I love you a little bit more.

Accidental things have purpose.

I ask you in circles, and you shape them as triangles in my head.

Wine and gin nights smell like trouble when its just you and I.

I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.

You can’t expect others to stay if you’re begging them not to.

The stars and the moon owe you nothing. But you – owe yourself everything.

With your hand around my neck – heaven and hell dance to the same noise.

I’m not really a flirt; I just try to be myself.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.

Isn’t she lovely made from love?

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

We commit vanishing acts when things get too close. We flirt like lovers and love like ghosts.