I want you. But I’m scared to say it out loud. And it sucks because I've always been someone who always says things out loud.

I color my nails blackand dye my hair redto wear, in metaphors,what my heart wants.The things I don‘t wish to remember,leaking from the tips of my fingers.The things I wish I won‘t forget,clinging to the roots of my hair.

Hell is a place on earth, they say.Shakespeare got that one right. For I have been torturing myself over things that I could never change. Hell is a place on earth; it‘s in my mind. and you are the one sitting on the Devil‘s throne. I can‘t forget you.

Don't fall in love with me. I am dissonance. I am always at war with myself – confusing my head with my heart, always retreating into my mind, because I don‘t want to lose.

I‘m no good at loving people but…I will love you like the darkness loves the stars. I'm the goddess of the night. I will smear my ink over your skin, and leave paper cuts where the light can get in. I will break you then make you whole. You‘ll be the moon lighting up the sky. But I will never be done – we‘ll dance together until my darkness is gone.

Our outlines feel the same. I think I can hide inside you.

He loves me. But I love you. But you love her. It’s always that way, isn’t it? You’re willing to wait for her just like I’m willing to wait for you… just like he’s willing to wait for me. Someday, we all might turn around and realize what we had in front of us all along. Someday, we might not.But until then, we’re all stuck at waiting.

No one could love a lonely girl, not unless she had the right kind of lonely

He was broken in the best way – in a way that made me stop and stare and want to love him.