He felt like sin but tasted like love so, what’s a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious rapturous love.

Judge me and I will understand how you view yourself.

I was told if I fell in love with a poetI would become immortal, so I decidedto become the poet and make all thosewho touched my soul, eternal.I write friends and lovers into my stories,weaving them into fragments of sonnets and prose,the nectar of my poetry. My muses, perennial… Evergreen.

Stories I read and people I love, conversations I have had, dreams I’ve lost and found, these all become part of me, embedded in my DNA, and if they are lucky, eventually, these things I cherish will be stitched into patchworks of poetry.

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

Some people have hollow souls. They’ll see your light and like a moth to a flame, they’ll gravitate toward you. Be cautious, for these souls will attempt to steal your joy and try robbing the sparkle from your eyes.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

It was no mere accident you were sent to me, perfect synchronicity. Familiar souls wrapped in skin, brought together through time again.

It's her black wings that make her beautiful.