I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air and I’m lying half past gone.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.

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

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

The clouds turned from pink to grey and that very metaphor defined my life in that very moment.

Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.

Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.