I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say things like “I deserved a better life than this.

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.