That's because you loved me. You just didn't know it yet." "You didn't know it either. You were just as blind as me.

Four wings, two hearts, but only one soul. They connect in the middle, but are separated by a thin line of ash. Its what brings them together, yet rips their feathers apart. They can never truly be together as light and dark. Unless one makes the ultimate sacrifice. Blows out their candle, and joins the other in the dark. Or if the other dares to fly across the line and steals the others light And force them to cross over the line and join the darkness of life. Im not gone, princess. I will come back for you until you give in.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

People say that time heals all wounds, and maybe they're right. But whit if the wounds don't heal correctly, like when cuts leave behind nasty scars, or when broken bones mend together, but aren't as smooth anymore? Does it mean they're really healed? Or is it that the body did what it could to fix what broke.

I can handle scars, especially ones that are on the outside." I understand his meaning from the depths of my heart.