i love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

when butches cry, they weep, they wail, they gnash their teeth and moan / strong woman's pain, it's just the same, except it's mostly done alone.

i don't want to be just another fighter without fire, nothing to inspire.

i’ll be there as soon as i can, but i’m busy mending broken pieces of the life i had before you.

many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.

good luck, babe!

i was afraid of being afraid. i wounded the silence. the vast spaces sharpened my grief.

ten years from now—a hundred years from now—someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be no templars to tear them apart.

the laws of the universe mean nothing!

and i want it so bad / i’d shoot the sunshine into my veins.

and your amnesia oh-so-conveniently returns.

darling heart, i loved you from the start, but you'll never know what a fool i’ve been.

when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt i can't deny.

it was a summer night and i was sleeping / the moon was out, my head was beaming / looked at my dreams like they were gold.

woman or man: they are outraged that i confuse them. the punishment will follow. the only recognition i can find in their eyes is that i am ‘other.’ i am different. i will always be different. i will never be able to nestle my skin against the comfort of sameness.

good luck, babe!

if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked.

i don't want to be just another fighter without fire, nothing to inspire.

please don’t try to melt the stone. please don’t let me feel safe with you. please don’t make me laugh (if i start, i’ll never stop, and then how will i leave?) / please promise me you’ll never kiss me like you mean it.

the darkness in your heart is vast and deep—but if you can stare into it unflinching, you'll never know fear again.

when butches cry, they weep, they wail, they gnash their teeth and moan / strong woman's pain, it's just the same, except it's mostly done alone.

there’s always a bigger fish.

but sometimes, i get the feeling that i’m stranded in the wrong time / where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme.

i don't think life is quite that simple.

love is so short; forgetting is so long.

it has to be perfect. it has to be irreproachable in every way—to make up for it. to make up for the fact that it's me.

change is what keeps the galaxy spinning. it’s what makes it beautiful.

our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins; our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still.

in the end you don't even want to. in the end, you do not even want to. in the end, the shadow is all you have left. because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself—and within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.

and i am the idiot with the painted face in the corner, taking up space.

my mother said to me recently, ‘why hold on to all that?’ and i said, 'where can i put it down?'

i can wear any mask, say anything / chameleon bitch friend lover acquaintance crush / franksteined with bits and pieces of everyone i’ve ever known / you don’t know me (i don’t know me).

i love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

could it be called a canonization / could i be incorruptible if i ripped my heart out with my bare hands / callused fingertips catching on the ventricles? my body, now holy / an empty cathedral / long since abandoned.

feels like it’s been forever since i had my shit together.

in any universe, you are my dark star.

am i better off dead? am i better off a quitter?

if you see mother, tell her i can sing.

i love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

i don't want to be just another fighter without fire, nothing to inspire.

it has to be so lonely to be the only one who’s holy.

and your amnesia oh-so-conveniently returns.

at best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go.

is it worth the journey, or do i let my heart settle here?

woman or man: they are outraged that i confuse them. the punishment will follow. the only recognition i can find in their eyes is that i am ‘other.’ i am different. i will always be different. i will never be able to nestle my skin against the comfort of sameness.

and i want it so bad / i’d shoot the sunshine into my veins.

”princess, you have a responsibility to this kingdom!” / “yes...but more importantly, i have a responsibility to the world.”

i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

i’m restless and harsh and despairing. although i do have love inside me. i just don't know how to use love. sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs.

i can wear any mask, say anything / chameleon bitch friend lover acquaintance crush / franksteined with bits and pieces of everyone i’ve ever known / you don’t know me (i don’t know me).