go slower than you want to go.

refusing to believe myself a mere instrument of another's will.

when you adorn my neck with kisses soft as petals i crumple exquisitely like a paper flower

treating someone as a backup plan.

they could not heal me so i healed myself

the dawning realization that you don’t have to justify yourself to anyone else.

and are we not all flying blindly towards the fire?

standing in the midst of a storm under blue skies

what i liked about you was not so much the contours of your being but the certainty of your initial infatuation

is it crazy to lust after the feeling of being struck by lightning?