Or you were…

I can’t stop smoking haze When you’re not in my life Its the only thing that get me through the night If anything comes from me wrecking it all I just hope you remember how loved you are

Wuthering Heights

You can steal my sleep Just like you’ve taken my soul You damned it when you loved me   Tap on the window all night And make me feel you there I know my torturer And I can take pain like a stone   I can turn truths into lies And embrace torment like atonement…

Thank you for the torture

I’m at peace now So thank you for the torture Now I’ve found out How weak I can be And how strong I am And that I will always love you No matter what

Hide and Seek

The usual process is to sit on the floor and hide my face, a bit like a young child playing hide and seek for the first time, waiting for the grown up to come and find them; but I didn’t want to do that this time. So, I tried to become that child who is…

Moonstone…

She is obsessed with the night, and her true self twinkles through the constellation of characters she has created and incorporated into her persona. In a galaxy so vast that all sense of time and reality have ceased to exist, it is hard to know which star is the original. It’s possible that she isn’t…

Arabella

How can you protect a girl who willingly accepts ill intent, and would let you break her heart, just so she knew how much you could have loved her?   How can you knowingly destroy the day, knowing it longs for the night?   You just do. You just did.