Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first.

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o.

His Kiss:He has me at his every whim; everything starts with him. To all the boys I used to kiss— everything stops with his.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.

There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.