Every little thing you do is tragic, I thought, slamming the car door shut behind me. 

Every little...

Remember everything that I told you when we were seventeen. Remember the feeling of that Stevie Nick...

Give me a reason to love you. What do you want to say to me? You probably want to say that back to m...

We will be spelled in blood. Who thinks thoughts like that outside of moments like this? When the da...

Fingertips have memories. It's not my fingertips so much as my right palm that remembers you, rememb...

I am not really here. I'm an illusion. I'm so perfectly put together you can look right past me. Ple...

I know the way these things begin. I don't know why I want to say they begin with a spritz of Obsess...

My shoes filled with blood. Picture these strappy, satin dance shoes - latin, three inch heel, dyed ...

You put a hole in my heart. Ruptured a hole in my heart. Slender pin, innocuous - like in the pincus...

His face at first just ghostly. That's not true. He wasn't ghostly until so much later. After I'd al...

I'm not sorry. The inky night made me do it and I'm not sorry. You have no idea how alone I was in t...

I look to you and I see nothing. It's a skill I wish I didn't have. I can see your emptiness. So man...