Fixation or psychosis? devoted to neurosis now.

A lie could be kind to you if you wanted it to be, if you let it.

When we are in love, we are both completely in danger and completely saved.

You drew stars around my scars.

She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.

Her aura was a warm chaos.

She's the sort of person you'd usually find in books.

The tired sunsets and the tired people.
It takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

I have buried you in every place I've been, you keep ending up in my shaking hands.

Perhaps it isn't love when I say you are what I love the most - you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.

From the moment I saw her,
I knew she was worth the broken heart.

It all comes down to the last person you think of at night.
That's where your heart is.

O tired heart, why do you offer yourself to a harsh world, knowing that it will break you?.

In loving me, you hold a knife against my throat. In loving you, I tell you exactly where to cut.

It's strange. I felt less lonely when I didn't know you.

Go then and find your refuge of selfless love.
I'll go and search the monasteries one by one.

In thousands of agonies, I exist.

Buried in your thoughts, I am detached from the chaos of the world.

You'll meet someone that makes you regret your kindness.

Ever since my house burnt down
I see the moon more clearly.

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.