His name causes every single cell in my body to react,
his name makes every goose bump on my skin rise,
and his name sends shivers going all the way down my spine

She flooded her liver,
powdered her nose,
and suffocated her lungs,
all because she couldn't stand being alone

The only thing more brutal than hopeless love is hope itself.

I want to be adored,
the way I adore every single freckle
which scatter all over your pale skin,
the way I adore the crisp air and the leaves crunching beneath my feet
while I walk home alone and compare you to the breeze,
or the way I adore how your hands overpower mine.

You think of me as this perfect somebody,
and yet all I see is an empty heart,
a lonely nobody.

And when people mention "home" I do not think of where I live,
I think of my favorite place to rest,
which is on your chest.

if that's what love is about
than I do not want to be loved
or to love at all