I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped

Power is neither good nor evil.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.

You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

Everything about me remembers everything about you