“Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.”

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

Most of my subject matter was all kind of, like, party stuff, jewelry and cars. It was really just, you know, shallow.

People who work every day are kind of scared of things they don’t understand.

I feel like if you flip through my Instagram, you’ll kind of see the same angles and poses every time. That’s the trick to having people love your Instagram selfies. It’s all about your angles.

I kind of focus on my own stuff, really, and then when people come into my territory, I’ve got to fight them away, and that’s what we do every time fight night happens.

Nowadays when I walk around, I get noticed, which is kind of weird.

May you always be as kind to yourself as someone you are constantly falling in love with.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.