Your stunning blye eyes that hypnotize me are no good for my lack of inpulse control.
Bring me in close and kiss away the pain.
Consequences be damned.

Healing is yours.

Your lips burning, leaving scorched kisses on my collarbones.

Love and obsession are two very different things, though obsession is often called love.

I love you more than a broken heart that longs for the fading light of dying stars.

Just breathe, my dear. Don't let yesterday's sorrows affect tomorrow's happiness.

All I want is my happily ever after but I know now that they do not exist.

What's the point in talking, if nobody ever listens to a word I say?

Secrets kill. They kill you from the inside trying to keep them, and they kill the people you're keeping from. Secrets are more deadly than guns in the wrong hands.