I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

I don’t write about you. I describe you. I explain you.

I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.

a darkened huewith lips like cherrieseyes of lightningand that’s the momenti knew we were on fire

This is who I am and who’ve I’ve been. The only difference is you’re just now realizing it.

Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.

You can’t just be. You have to become.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?