And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.
The less I needed, the better I felt.
be it peace or happiness let it enfold you
You have my soul and I have your money
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them