He wants to say I love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will mean some falling and she's afraid of heights.

You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know"

He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh I just wanna take him home

"you can break my soul,
take my life away,
beat me,
hurt me,
kill me.

but for the love of god
don’t touch him."

The power of a wind can chill.
The power of a fire can burn.
The power of a gun can kill.
The power of a mind can learn.

The power of anger can deep inside
Until it tears you apart...
But only the power of your love
Can melt my cold cold heart.

“If I told you
How many times
I’ve sat alone
On the shower floor,
I promise,
You’d cry too.”

How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?

FIRST. HE TOUCHES YOU AND YOU LIGHT ON FIRE. YOUR WRIST BLAZES WHERE HIS FINGERS MEET YOUR SKIN. THE BURNS DON’T SHOW, BUT IT’S HARD TO BREATHE WITH ASH IN YOUR LUNGS. IT’S SO HARD TO BREATHE. YOU’RE SUFFOCATING DAILY.
SECOND. IT HURTS TO WATCH HIM. HE SHINES. HE’S BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN, HE’S TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR YOUR EYES. IT’S HARD TO LOOK AT HIM. IT’S EVEN HARDER TO LOOK AWAY FROM HIM. YOU’RE GOING BLIND.
THIRD. YOUR EARS ARE TUNED TO HIS VOICE. YOU COULD PICK HIM OUT IN A SEA OF THOUSANDS. HIS VOICE MAKES PRETTY SINGERS WHO SING PRETTY SONGS SOUND DULL. HIS VOICE MAKES EVERYTHING ELSE SOUND UGLY.
FOURTH. THE COLOR OF HIS EYES IS BLUE ENOUGH TO DROWN IN. HE IS TURNING YOU INTO A CLICHÉD LOVE-WRECKED BEING. YOU’RE DROWNING, ALWAYS SINKING. DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
FIFTH. YOU KNOW HIM. YOU LOVE HIM. THROUGH A THOUSAND LIFETIMES, ACROSS MILLIONS OF STARS, YOU’D FIND HIM, YOU’D NEVER LEAVE HIM. YOU LOVE HIM, TILL DEATH DO YOU PART.
( SIXTH. HE LOVES YOU, TOO. )

'There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: “Not today.'

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when i leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people

i woke up choking on flowers.

i suppose it was only right, since i’d dreamt of you in a garden.
in it, you did not run from me
but towards. in it,
my skin did not rot in sunlight and i was not forced to hide it under the earth.

my tongue, let the gods know, it didn’t burn when we kissed.
and they knew we kissed like the world was crumbling at our feet, and they scowled at the blasphemy between our teeth.

You said, “Let them look,”
You said, “Let their eyes roll out of their sockets if it displeases them so.”
“Let their bodies fall limp above our heads.”

And they did, and it followed on screams, and soon we were swimming
in an ocean of divine
You lifted a God’s heart and took a bite.

but there is no water where the living can’t reach,
and i sank deep without your hand to hold.

i woke up alone,
my throat full of thorns.
red water leaked through the holes and i tried to catch it
but i couldn’t hold her in.

”

—— "trees grow from the love we bury", from my many unfinished pieces. | Daniella Michallen

Our love was like a double-edged sword.
However much I harmed you,
you hurt me,
too.

And I’ve known,
from the scratch of your first kiss,
it would be
my favorite way to bleed.

”