Taking baby steps never sent anyone over the edge.

I don't bite the hand that feeds.
I push it away.

Pain is another way to mask love
Love is your only fear

Pulling at the strings that control you wont get you any farther then biting the hand that feeds.

To see you is like trying to see inside a wound that wont ever close up.

Love is the sickness spreading within my mind.

Fear bleeds like open wounds when immersed.

The loss of another remains always as the loss of a part of yourself.

Now I know I can’t ever have you.
You are the glimpse of heaven that falls like snow and melts in the warmth of my hands.
I can’t keep you.

Misery loves companion, but does companion love misery?