“I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.”

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.

Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.

If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.

I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.