Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.
He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess
I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.