Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?