I would rather be cruel and rotten in Darkness with you than cold and lonely in the Light.

If they wanted me good and pliant and pious, they should have let me keep you //

You wear Darkness like a cape, I wear Light like armor. In the end, we both hide our true selves. Nobody is ever just one thing or the other. Come; undress me. I’ll shed my layers if you shed yours and we’ll find common ground in the place where our souls meet.

grey, darling, is the most honest colour of all

Loneliness is a sort of poison. It seeps into your bones and festers and rots. But you — with your gentle touch and your kind eyes and your loving soul — you sucked the poison out.

The Darkness took his name, his hope and his family. But it could never take his heart and soul. Those, he kept safe. For her.

I’m the ocean and you’re the sand. I lap up against your shore, calling you into my arms, taking bit by bit until the tide is too high and the beach is gone and you and I are one and the same

let the waves carry you //

In my dreams, I see you, a flickering light in the dark. I feel your heartbeat echo in my chest, your loneliness a mirror to mine. I hear you cry into your pillow as I grind my teeth to dust to keep the sound from spilling out my mouth. In my dreams, I hold you and feel your breath on my neck. I wake up alone but my body remembers the way you felt pressed against me

across the stars, across universe, in another world, you open your eyes and call out my name //

Every scar, freckle and wrinkle tells the story of who you are. I could read you forever.

She waits for a family who will never return as the desert wind chokes down her screams. She waits for a boy who can’t follow down her path, not now, not yet, as the desert wind blows away her hope. She waits for her soul to return to her as the desert wind sands her heart into dust.

she waits. it’s what she’s good at //

I did not fall into the abyss of your love, sweetheart. I dove.

The Prince rode his white horse into the battlefield, armed with nothing but the steadfast assurance of his love beating in his chest. He fought valiantly, slashing through his enemies like a knife through water. He fell, wounded. He rose, broken. He climbed the steps to the tower, pain laced through every bone in his body, to slay the dragon that kept his Princess hostage. He was too late. The dragon lay dead, killed by his fearless lady. His soulmate. His everything. She, too, lay unmoving on the floor. The sight cut him deeper than any blade. He dragged himself to her, and pleaded to the gods. Bring her back, he begged. It is not her time, he sobbed. The gods acquiesced. But gods are fickle and cruel. They crave entertainment, and nothing is more amusing to them than a mortal’s plight. So they smiled, a mockery of kindness and said, You can save her but you can’t keep her. And as the Princess’s heart beat her first, the Prince’s beat his last.

he was smiling when he fell //

You wear your scars in your skin, I wear them in my heart. You shout your anger, I swallow mine. You seek me out, I hide. But we cry the same, bleed the same, feel the same.

we are not so different after all //

Our tale began long before we drew our first breath. We were written in the stars and fate was the ink with which the gods penned our story. We were two galaxies headed for collision and when we met, we didn’t explode—we merged. Now our souls are one and we are the brightest thing in the universe.

we are starstuff //

I would set myself on fire just to light your way home

He is my heart. I feel him always — a steady beat in my chest, pumping love through my veins.

I regret that my arms didn’t get to hold you longer. I regret that my lips didn’t linger on yours. I regret that I won’t be the cause of your smile for years to come. I regret the memories we’ll never make and the moments I’ll miss. I regret the mornings I won’t wake up by your side and the evenings I won’t kiss you to sleep. I regret the future we’ll never have. But sweetheart, I could never regret my past. All the pain and all the mistakes. All the heartache and longing and the unrelenting loneliness. I could never regret any of it. It led me to you.

I’ll be waiting on the other side //

I don’t know which are clasped tighter — our hands, our lips or our souls

This is a story about a boy who loved the sun so much he defied the stars to save it and give it back to the galaxy

and when he touched it, he burned //