I miss you when you’re here because you aren’t close enough to me.

You are oblivious to everything in front of you except for what you feel like you need to see.

I don’t care if I die tomorrow, as long as you remember me.

I’m a collection of fears, a mess of disorders.

Feathers like bricks and lungs like heart.

Contrast in a poem, when executed correctly, will blend in perfectly like painted grass.

Screw real art. I'm doing it my way.

Music is poetry you wish you could carve into your heart.

Always insult inanimate objects. They’re the best friends you’ll ever have.

You are blind to what you can’t hear. You are deaf to what you can’t see.