You were all bad and just something I wanted to have. I couldn’t and the cards have been dealt. I just wish you understood the ability and tranquility behind being felt.

It’s not that I love danger, it follows and lingers beneath. It feels for me when I’m asleep. I awake and it pulsates through my veins and gives me life to live another day.

Masochists hold on to broken people. Artists hold on to broken memories.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely