“I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.”

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.

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.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

The blood of Christ can cleanse away all sin. But we must ‘plead guilty’ before God can declare us innocent.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

All the blood is drained out of democracy – it dies – when only half the population votes.