Paint the silence black

Now save me.

It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me (irates me).

My problem.

When I see your picture my heart forms a fissure,
I guess that I get this way.
I need a rooftop I can look from or jump off,
I guess that I get this way.

What's the problem, dear? Are you feeling unloved?
That's what I was most afraid of.

I need a fresh arm I can slice up or cut off,
I guess that I get this way.
When my skies are crooked my scars turn blue,
I guess that I get this way.

Dice

I am crying over you...
I am smiling; I think of you.

Adore.

For the first time,
I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound in my time,
I'll wrap my wire around your heart
And your mind
You're mine forever now.

I know this is true

But I cannot wait to buy presents for my boy this Christmas.

:) Xo

Mistaken for strangers by your own friends.

"Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts,

So you've got something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves."

Bonjour Tristesse.

"I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love."

Françoise Sagan