You were the kind of devil that taught me, I did not belong in myself. That it was shaky hands and quaky words that bought your love, not the steel and fire I had always been. The devil who planted apologizes inside of me, to be uttered at every injunction. You taught me that the damsel in distress is more desirable than the queen, and now I can’t find my crown. And although my body was a temple, it was yours to do with as you wish, and those sacrificial pryes were where you placed my corpse and now they have consumed everything.

One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.

I am an intense person. I don’t do things half way. I’m all in or all out. You either have all of me or you don’t get me at all.

Cheaters think everyone cheats. Liars think everyone lies. Keep this in mind.

Neverland is home for Lost Boys like me. And Lost Boys like me are free.

The worst feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don’t care at all.