Your heart breaks and it sounds like him. Like bad puns and car engines and nerdy jokes. Like drunken laughter and TV references you don't understand. Like white lies and tired sighs and broken sobs. Your heart breaks and it sounds like him.

Not only did I love her but I could tell the Universe loved her, too. More than the others. After all, I'd be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair.

If I stole the stars for you, would you bring me the moon? We could dance across the galaxies and sing along to our own tune.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war or does war make monsters?

When I traced the freckles on your back, I told you that I had run my fingers through dust from countless stars and galaxies, yet I had never seen a more beautiful constellation.

I admit I was afraid to love. Not just to love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery, she carried things deep inside that no one has yet to understand. And I, I was afraid to fail like the others.

Sometimes the universe has become to beautiful for my own good. Sometimes: you are the universe.

Love is king**but so often I steal the crown from his head and spin it on my fingertips as if it only belongs to me.

My whole life people have made me feel like sin but her eyes convince me not to listen to them.

She wept and he swore he felt the water in his bones. He then thought to himself: *Maybe we have become each other, inside and out.

The Devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. **He comes as everything you've ever dreamed of.

In a bed above or deep asleep while greater love lies further deep. This dream must end, this world must know... We all depend on the beast below.

The girl you just made fun of for crying? Her favorite fictional character just died.

You came up behind me, wrapped your arms around my neck and covered my eyes with your hands. "Guess who?" you asked,  how silly, I thought, it was to think I wouldn't know you by the feeling of your heartbeat against my back.

We loved each other and we knew it, without say a single word but never did anything to show it. They call it 'skinny love', they say we didn't care enough to do something about it. I think we care so much there wasn't an earthly way to describe it.

I dreamt of you and that we kissed. Although I know it wasn't real, I still wake up breathless.

"I've changed my mind about what Heaven is..."
"What would it be?" She asked.
"This. A blanket. A bed. You."

So lie to me and tell me its going to be alright. So lie to me and tell me we'll make it through the night. I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart so look me in the eye and lie, lie, lie.