I thought the cigarette was killing me.
Then I met a memory that refused to die.

People have beautiful things to say about you, but you must die first.

She loved him like a Dostoevsky novel.
He left her like Kafka’s nightmare.

Darling, I’m drunk on hope,
with no intention of sobering up.

I am bathed in tears of grief and despair.

And when the bugs start to eat at my heart they will taste the ache of every word I never let escape my mouth.

The desert teaches you more about water than the ocean ever could.

Every time I get closer to the answer, the question changes.

The last cigarette of the night always tastes like the first day without you.

For the sake of who I am to become,
I will sacrifice who I am now.

If it’s meant to be, it will be.

My soul desires to be understood
more than it does to be loved.

I fear losing the things I love the most, so I refuse to love anything at all.

Come and open my flesh, peel my skin and eat my bones. And I will let you taste the posion of your words still lingering inside them.

The only person who ever beat you,
offers you a rematch every morning.

Every person you meet leaves something behind. A lesson, a memo, or a different version of you.

I love every flaw in you,
except your absence.