At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

Technology murdered childhood.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.