i still don’t know how to love someone without swallowing them.

and have you learned anything from your visit to my palace, mortal dreamer? well, all of you come here, sooner or later. this place is the heart of all your dreaming, after all.

you wake up and you don’t love me the same way. i kiss you and the leaves don’t grow back. you have been the love of my life. it is okay that you left, even though you took a few of my things with you.

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nocturne in paris.

i don’t know how to be angry with you, but my pride demands i figure it out.

to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.

there is a god who demands to be bled for.

you write like you kill. it comes from the belly and all of a sudden it’s in your throat. it’s a cry of despair.

the kind of love that goes deeper than the black sea.

the kind of love that goes deeper than the black sea.

to love me is to suffer me.

danced in the night, bathed in the light.

the sweetest sin.

heavy is the crown.

i am the quiet in the hallway. i am a phantom imprint in the bed beside you and the miracle of it all is that i could have been anyone’s ghost, but i wanted to be yours. i had to be yours.

this is the product of hatred and anger.

do you hurt the way that i do?

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i kept my hope. nothing will destroy me this time.