'he wants the lightening in a bottle kind of love;
                                                  
                                       without the possibility of the shatter.'

"tell me about your heart
how it stole breath from my lungs
  and still warmed my veins."

I'm
homesick
for places away
from my own
                    Where
                 the people
            are friendly and
         my name is not known.
                                              You
                                       can tell me
                                     I'm crazy, but
                                    I'll never forget
                                                         I'm
                                                    homesick
                                               for the places
                                           I haven't been yet.

-it's the ones that seem to love themselves the most,
that actually love themselves the least.