did you hear about that mother? broke her daughter's legs in two and said， it's too dangerous out there to walk， so i had to save you.

i don't smoke except for when i'm missing you， to remember your mouth，how it tasted true ᛤ and i don't smoke except for after i've held you， baby， being with you makes the flame burn good.

time was a dying thing in our hands and grief was eating all that i'd let it.

you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

you know all about my stupid heart and the place you hold inside it.

thank you for everything. you must be tired… please get some rest… il’l stay right here with you.

something came alive in me as we talked. your words still ring in my heart and ears.

you do not know ᛤ how little i loved ᛤ before i loved you.

the people who love us scratch us， and what is love， anyway? it's claw marks， scratches， scars， traces someone leaves inside of you.

i'm glad i found you because before you i never knew what to wish for.

yes yes yes i do like you. i am afraid to write the stronger word.

you care and it's all over the place.

i would tell you that i loved you if i thought that you would stay.

we’re cursed， you and i. and there’s nothing to be done about it.

fate divided，sorrowful twins; if it's said that you're evil，then that same blood runs in me.

don't... please， don't go. don't leave me alone.

i was never good at this body. there was always something in me so anxious to crawl out.

my heart is all dried up. my sorry spells must be wearing off.

i think you and i have known each other a few lifetimes.

you know he’s never gonna choose you， because he thinks there’s something wrong with you.

you're gone and i gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind.

i have been alone for so long. i do not know how to not be.

i am afraid i will love you forever and we will never be in the same room again.

i reunited you with someone much like you... kind， weak， and cowardly... your big brother by blood.

i spent my childhood learning how to fear， and now i spend my adulthood learning how not to.

you collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you've committed.

dear， i'm here， don't you want me any more?

i think i'm going insane， can't get you out of my brain.

for me you were the best partner i could’ve asked for.

i forgive you， father. even though you are a language i do not speak.

we were friends that spoke like lovers and that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another.

i've done the math， there’s no solution， we’ll never last. why can’t i let go of this?

i loved you so much it was making me sick.

to be loved means to be consumed. love will turn on the lover and gnaw. you bite， i bite back. i want you to eat me， i want to stick to the back of your throat.

as long as i'm here， no one can hurt you.

i could be martyr'd for my religion. love is my religion. i could die for that. i could die for you.

your love is my turning page where only the sweetest words remain.

he always … bestows words like this upon me ，words that touch me more than i could ever imagine.

i would tell you that i loved you if i thought that you would stay.

i think i could have loved you better than anyone， and i can't stop making lists of all the times i almost told you that.

i held up my heart to you. give it back someday， be gentle， okay?

i could love you violently， if i let myself.

why is it so beautiful? even though this is the last time its flower will bloom. ᛤ … it really is. to look so beautiful before its end … it’s so unfair.

come. it's morning. let me brush the stars from your hair.

you're so calm and quiet， but there are things inside you that you never say. i see them sometimes， hiding in your eyes.

you aren't afraid of me ... i'm begging to fear losing that side of you.

i am so sorry i wasn't there when you were little. i would have iced the bruises on your back.

i like to pretend that you didn't mean as much to me as you did. but deep down， i know the truth. when i write， it's about you. i may lie to myself and say it isn't， but it always is. it's always been about you.

if we could light up the room with pain， we’d be such a glorious fire.

why is it not me? but you?