Falling in love is very real but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then we met and everything changed the cynic has become the converted the sceptic an ardent zealot.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

I kept waiting for the part where Id finally know who I was some flashing neon moment of relief but it never came.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat I might actually get some sleep.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past present and future were all the same thing.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real and is my life ever going to make sense

The Fall will always be yours and mine

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

So much has been done to my body and still somehow not enough.