His grip tight enough
to not let my fingers
slip through his
but also loose enough
to let me know
that i should always be ready
because at any moment
he could let go.

He came into my life and suddenly all the love songs made sense to me.

But it was only after he left when I finally understood the sad ones.

Oh won't you look at these scars;
A reminder of how things are and aren't.

I stopped wanting things I know I can't have a long time ago, but then I met you.

find what you love and let it ruin you


a lot of things would **** you
but wouldn't it be
much better to die for —
or to be killed
by something or someone you love?

Who bled first?
Was it me
or you?
Does it even matter
which of us
stabbed the other first?

if i could experience it all over again
even with every ounce of pain
and each waking moment of ache
i would not think twice
i would do it in a heartbeat
for you, for us.


you're the only one worth of all this torture.