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.

Time' is the most threatening four letter word.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.