“And I don’t know if it’s his lips or his fingers that make thousands of roses bloom on my skin.”

He sets fire to my soul and I have never felt so alive.

Do we really love each other or are we trying to fix two lonely, broken, and lost souls together?

And I ask myself, How can you love a broken girl?

I come from the sky and the stars between them only speak of you.

Because it’s you. It is always been and always will be.

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

Because the most painful wars are the ones we lead against ourselves.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.

I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers.

But touch my tears, with your lips. Touch my world, with your fingertips. And we can have forever. And we can love forever. Forever is our today.

We put boogers on our fingers, then shake your hand.

The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life, I would do things differently.

They who pass their whole lives in working for their daily bread, have no ideas beyond their business or their interest, and all their understanding seems to lie in their fingers ends.

Just as God gave different fingers to the hand so has He given different ways to men.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.