“I said I was kinky. I never said I found heartbreak arousing.”

It was an act of bravery loving you. I’ve been dripping in gold ever since.

When you need to wonder, they’ve already wandered.

If you think woman are sweet, you’re just a kid licking icing.

Men wear hearts on the sleeves that boys wipe their noses on.

Men who are fighting themselves will always see love as an attack.

Some nights I wear nothing but the thought of you, and I am breathtaking.

I talk to the moon and she tells me its okay to change.

Love fucks me in ways even lust would envy.

Too many head-turners; not enough page-turners.

I don’t know where I’m going, All I know is where I cannot stay.

I play a tug of war with the universe to keep you.

Love is not worth the pain. I just want to like you. A lot.

They all look better when we miss them. No one sees clearly with tears in their eyes.

You’re only complicated to a man who simply wants to fuck you.

Loving you became just a different way to hate myself.

One day all those wounds will open up again. But this time you’ll bleed love.