The morning of my death, the angel asked me my child you feel me with questions I must know why did you choose to love the sun, knowing it would do nothing but burn you?, why did you choose to love the knife, knowing it will do nothing but make you bleed,?why did you love the night even though it would feel you with nothing but darkness,?and why did you give your heart to one who will never truly love you back?

Because……. I had hope. And I am a fool.

When our history is written, They will never be able to tell the true story of our love because our love is beyond words.It goes beyond time,and our love is eternal. I was yours in hell,and I will be yours in heaven.

I wish I was your addiction. Because you will always be mine. 

Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same. For us…… that would be darkness.

I hold you with arms broken to fit just right around you, I smile with lips that were cute to a perfect angle, I speak with the words you want to here. You are pleased with the person I am ? That’s all that matters. My truth…. I hide.

Drowning while I smile, choking up the tears while I tell every one I’m ok? Nobody really would save me anyway. You would only save yourself,

We sit at tables and tell little lies of happiness when darkness screams from our souls but we silence them with polite words, coffee,and technology. We speak to inspire but the truth is all we want to do is burn it all down.

When your life erases you while your still trying to live it. 

You stalk my mind and my heart. Your grip on me will never fade. Will it ?

Your silence screams and I have no choice but to listen. My words are silence and they fade in the distance.

Today I woke to live another day. To breath.To try. To fail. To love. To Hate. Tonight I fall asleep with the angel of death whispering soon, and I will whisper back, until then….. send him my love.

there’s nothing quite like falling asleep with a book in your hand; seamlessly slipping from one world of imagination to another of the subconscious, all occurring within the complexity that is your mind.

The Reality is I will spend the last 75% of my life trying to get over the first 25%. 

“Who should defend the moon if not poets?”

Singing at the top of your lungs with someone you care about is a love language. Randomly breaking into a dance together is a love language. Being weird together, knowing how the other person likes their coffee, saying “you’re brilliant” or “you’re beautiful” at unexpected moments are all love languages. Text messages that day “I’m thinking of you”, or “this song reminds me of you” or “how is your day going?” are all ways of saying I miss you and therefore a love language. “Let me know when you’re home safe” is a love language. “Do you want a hug” is a love language. Listening, truly listening to a rant and offering comfort is a love language. So is sitting in silence together. Saying “I believe in you” is a love language and encouraging your passions is a love language too. Look, just look at the thousands of ways people say I love you. They don’t have to use the words at all. All you have to do is listen. Just listen.

- Nikita Gill, Love Language