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

When you fall in love, they become flawless but what’s dangerous is sometimes you’re meant to see those flaws.

What if I were to wish upon a blood moon that I could have you standing here and I standing there? And when it happens to arrive in eighteen years, that you’ll be there, waiting for me like I’ll be waiting for you. As we did on the night where the moon shined down and I saw you standing in white with eyes that could ignite and a fire which couldn’t quite die.

You have to grow. You have to be. You have to love yourself unconditionally.

It was the way I kissed your thighs.

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

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.

I didn’t love until rejection which said nothing about him, but everything about me.

Some days I wonder if I stopped writing about him, if I’d love him a little less.