If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

They will love me for that which destroys me.

It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

I love you still, Against my will.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful