Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.
Go take a shower, you smell like good sex and unnecessary regret.
I feel I’ve lost every part of me…there’s nothing left but the parts I’ve given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please don’t forget who I was…then…then there really will be nothing left.
Thin lips trace bold lines across my skin with a single, lingering kiss.
I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.
Love hadn’t existed in this world. Only hate, deceit and lies, but by letting him in I’d let all of that crumble.By letting me in he’d done the same, and now we were engaged in an even deadlier game than before.
I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn’t threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.
Tonight they granted at least one wish,” I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. “I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are…or I am…I will only ever love you.
Sometimes we dream of things that we’ve always wanted–of things that we have been searching for our whole lives without knowing it…and other times we wake up and know what we have to do. I have to write…so I do.
Make me a weapon,” I whispered as he pulled away. “Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words…they’ll destroy my soul.
Tell me why it feels like you’re a part of my soul?
Most things in my life are anything but simple–but loving you is. I just do.
I know who you are…I’ve fallen hard for that person, and I sure as hell am not going to let you fade into your past.
For so long music has been my heart, but now it’s you…you’re my heart.
I’ve loved many women…I’m not going to lie to you, but it never works…vanity always gets in the way.
I’d lost myself in the abyss of someone else’s tyranny…again.
I am threatened by the resolve that you are my soul. You are my being, you are every breath I take, you are my home, you are my sweet sin.
God has broken me in every way possible. I spent a year not caring, a year trying to figure out what I’d done to deserve it. and a year trying to make it right.
This world tainted everything it touched, and nothing good was left—could be left – beneath its menacing gaze.
No perfection can last forever. Time tears at it; wears it down until it’s nothing, just an empty shell.