If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life — they have not loved at all.

When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

Death, like fiction, is brutal in its symmetry. Take this story and strip it down -all the way back- until you are left with two points. Two dots on a vast, blank canvas, separeted by a sea of white. Here, we have come to the first point, where the batj is drawn and the hand is reachinh for the razor blade. I will meet you at the next, by the axle of a screaming wheel, the revolution of a clock, the closing of an orbit.

Neither here, nor there. But everywhere.

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.

A bird who hurt her wing,now forgotten how to fly.A song she used to sing,but can't remember why.A breath she caught and kept - that left her in a sigh.It hurts her so to love you,but she won't say goodbye.

The Butterfly EffectClose your eyes and think about that boy. Tell me how he makes you feel. Let your mind trace over his tired shoulders. Allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile. Take a deep breath and try to push those dark feelings aside. For once let go of the reins you've wrapped so tightly around your heart. I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.

The RoseHave you ever loved a rose,and watched her slowly bloom; and as her petals would unfold, you grew drunk on her perfume.Have you ever seen her dance, her leaves all wet with dew;and quivered with a new romance— the wind, he loved her too.Have you ever longed for her, on nights that go on and on; for now, her face is all a blur, like a memory kept too long.Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns;and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.

I drew him in my world;I write him in my lines,I want to be his girl,he was never meant as mine.I drew him in my world;He is always on my mind;I draw his every line.It hurts when he's unkind.I drew him in my world;I draw him all the time,but I don't know where to draw the line.