#personal collection

I ask questions, "Make it make sense". Love isn't supposed to be like this. Why are the hands i deemed safe now holding shards that cut me?

Take a picture in black & white. Because I knew you a hundred years ago & I will know you for a hundred more.

The saddest part is, that all this rage used to be faithful love. I'd hold ur hand close to my heart even when it crushed. Kissed your lips that accused me and loved your heart that held me in question.

If I think of you by day, be sure then that I dream of you by night. If I am to wake rested and weightless, I must erase you. Award myself half a minute of quiet till the longing starts again.

I wonder what I am like in a parallel universe where I don't know you.

I never needed you to say it. It was always in your eyes. So if you wonder whether I knew, I did. Long before you.

Enough