Even my blankest
pages speak...

Nights are no longer
synonymous with...

You are cedarwood and vanilla
sparsely thriving in my...

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

You caught me unaware-
lured me in with your honey-dipped...

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

Have we been broadcasting live
this entire time...

You spoke as though you held
the moon hostage between...

How many more
nights...

Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...

When I was blind
I thought she was a map...

Adoration dances across your
ivory ribcage as I play it like...