mirrors are your enemy, dear, they will make you feel dysphoric about all the wrong things

When was the last time you walked upon the earth? The real earth, not your carpets and asphalt, that form a barrier between it. When was the last time you connected with nature, appreciated it, and simply

caffeinated fingertips, waking every inch of me.

I fear the day I stop being able to smell you in my sweater, see you in the sunset, hear you whispering in my ear. I fear the day our memories grow weak, the day where I stop find you haunting my every

I burn every night, only to right again from the ashes at dawn.

Honesty... When does it become a vice instead of a virtue? When you know you spit words of fire that will only seek to destroy, what is virtuous about setting my heart ablaze and treating the ashes as

I envy the sun, oh how it kisses your skin

My silence is not a flaw. It's not something you should look upon as a trait that needs to change, a disturbance you cannot endure, and act of weakness in any form. Ask yourself why a lack of words makes

There is always one who loves more; I'm afraid it's always me.

I will not poison your memory with the bitterness I’ve acquired being alone. It is not your fault you couldn’t love me, and that short while, that short while where you tried, is undoubtedly worth remembering.

you asked me what I did for a living, and I said professional disappointment in a humorous tone. You laughed along, not knowing the joke, not knowing that you too would be let down. And darling, neither

My eyes are vulnerable, and I fear that looking into yours, would make them burn.

One moment I feel so small, insignificant, tired willing to sacrifice everything I am, for an eternity of peace. But the next, I find myself looking at the stars, feeling as if I can conquer the world.

Your lips are words I long to write

I played you like an old guitar, you weren't my first choice, but boy, did you sound good.

I wish I loved you. I wish I could give you every last piece of me, and let you put me back together to be what you want.

I could never see it as abuse. You told me I deserved it, and with every fiber of my being, I believed you. But sometimes, I can't help but doubt, that you believed it too.

everyone hurts... but you get to decide whether for you that means to inflict or to suffer.

you are a song with a captivating melody and meaningless lyrics, I will play you on repeat, but don't blame me when I move on.

Oh darling, you are much too fragile for this world, but I will do my best to mend you.