this reality will never be good enough.
at the sting of love everyone becomes a poet.
every passion borders on the chaotic, but the broken’s passion borders on the chaos of memories.
dreamed of you and everything was alright again, why cant that be reality? i didn’t wanna wake up.
love is an act of endless forgiveness.
immature love says “i love you because i need you” while mature love says “i need you because i love you”
