When peace exists within you, everything else becomes clear. I.

I have no idea why, but I’m grinning back at her. This temperamental, wild creature in front of me who has the nerve to put me in my place.

Javi is the poison I drink so willingly because nothing else has ever tasted so sweet. He is everything. The light and the dark. The solace and the pain. The torment and the peace. And I can’t imagine not having him here with me. I can’t even consider it.

He only shows the world the smallest safest parts of himself. But inside, underneath, is a wealth of hidden discoveries. I want to know them all.

Ye don’t get out of my bed the minute I blow my load into you,” he says.

If an act of evil is to stain my soul, it will be for one of my own.

And though she be but little, she is fierce- Shakespeare.

You are poison,” I tell her. “You’re going to ruin me.” “So, let me ruin you,” she whispers. “It’s the only way.

I glance up at the stars, trying to piece together constellations in the night sky. But just like my life, they are nothing but a jumbled up map of dots that don’t connect, and they only leave more unexplained questions.

We’re oil and water. We don’t mix. I’m bad for him. And he’s no good for me either, probably. But I’m his, regardless. He needs to know that.