I danced with the devil
not knowing it was...

Acceptance is a blind
mistress I've never...

There are ancient pains
that have...

Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...

My tongue is toxic,
my passion...

Full stops and run on sentences
choke...

There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...

I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...

She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...

Her eyes are
stained glass windows...

I told a man I barely knew,
"I'm afraid of tomorrow...

We were skipping across
Hollywood Boulevard...