You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.
Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.