I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

You haunt my days and dreams.

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

The Fall will always be yours and mine…

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.