That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.

He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear and be held by arms so strong, and love so pure, that falling would not be an option.

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.