I cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. id write a love poem to the parts of yourself you cant stand. id stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you im not afraid of your dark Andrea Gibson
My demons though quiet, are never quite silenced. Calm as they may be, they wait patiently for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath, and crawl back to my ear and make me feel everything I want to leave behind again and again.
I am so tired of feeling like a shattered vase across a slippery floor and I am so tired of watching you tip toe around the pieces so you do not cut yourself on me. - Tyler Knott Gregson I just love the writing of this. It's such beautiful imagery.
Tell me about your passions. Tell me what makes you tick. Tell me all the things you've discovered about yourself after all these years of searching. Why do you do the things you do, I want to get to know you so I can justify this that I feel for you.
She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.