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'm so sorry no one cared enough to tell you that you can never win against a ghost.

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.

We ended the way all good things in my life had a way of being put to rest – abrupt and without my permission.

I don‘t know if you noticed but I have been trying, too hard, to be myself since the day I lost 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.

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.

It is never just a kiss.It is the marriageof two mindsthat have decidedthey can standeach other‘s arrogance.