we grow up learning to fear love and how much it hurts to care for people and the older we get the more we see we were right to be terrified, we were right to fear life, and love, and loss, and it doesn't matter how tight you hold on; everything you love will slip through your fingers.
i promise my mind was never meant to be a playground for the wicked but you my dear have turned it into one. i always wanted the kind of love i dreamt about but i don't see you in my dreams anymore. i keep telling myself things have to turn around and get better eventually but the only thing turning is my stomach when i think of you.
i guess that in the end we are just breaking our own hearts hoping for a love we knew we could never have.

some people are like cigarettes, you know? they aren’t good for you; but you want them any way, and feeling him between my thighs made my heart sing songs my mind didn't even know it knew.
people are always saying it's not about who you miss at 3 AM when you're lonley but who you miss during the day when you're busy, so what if it's 12 pm and i'm craving to feel the warmth of your body or to hear the sound of your voice?

I know I deserve someone to make my hands stop shaking but every person I hold- I break, and cemeteries hurt more than the people below them

how envious i am of everyone and everything that can command your attention without having to ask for it

you sit there, talking about how you want love, but you don't want me so i don't believe you.

a severed head can last about 6 minutes long after being removed from a body and i couldn't even last a couple seconds after you said we could no longer be friends.

don't you know what you do to me? I grow forests for you but you keep burning them down