Isn't everyone hiding something?

Stay here, baby" he whispers, like he can read my thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run

I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.