Loving him made me never want to love another human being.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

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.

We were one, even in the darkest corner.

I let go so you could grab on.