red-thread-of-destiny

You haunt my days and dreams.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I__ ever come across.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest_ trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I don__ ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself_

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat_ I might actually get some sleep.

I__ tired of justifying why I love someone. I__ done with the explaining.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I__ trapped inside of its breathless center.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can__ you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn__ include you.

I kept waiting for the part where I__ finally know who I was _ some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

The Fall will always be yours and mine_

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he__ lost a thousand years ago.