In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.

he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe

You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.