We were walking around the city, our hands wrapped around wine glasses filled with blueberry vodka
I wish you knew of all the pages in my journal that I’ve written full of you.
Even though I long for you with every fiber in my body, the gasoline in my veins is better off without the fire in your heart.
Don’t be frightened when you wake up hearing the moon call your name, for I talk about you every night and am no longer the only one crazy about you.
The good kind of pain
If you don’t want to die unaccomplished, you won’t.