I crave words the way our bodies crave life, the way our hands crave to create, the way our minds crave knowledge. With words I am whole.... I am alive.
How could she hold up the world, when she can't even lift her own spirits?
Poetry ran through her veins, tempted her heart and destroyed her mind. That is its beautiful destruction.
How can I both desire to be far away from the world and yet right in its face?
Her strength was measured in all of the tears she never cried
Your love was a poison and I so willingly drank. How stupid of me.