you're not friends. you'll never be friends. you'll be in love 'till it kills you both

i will turn myself into a gun because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own

i want to break these bones 'til they're better i want to break them right and feel alive

insane and sacrilegious. tell me, what does that make you, since you fuck my doors open six ways to sunday and desecrate my walls

everything i've written is yours. what i'll write in the future is yours. and since you're a part of everything i do, i am yours, too.

surviving on low fat yogurt and fake sugar coffee, girls get really good at making a dead thing look alive and girls get even better at making dying look beautiful. you can cover your body in flowers and lace but dead is dead and animals will always smell it

let's undress, i don't want you to heal me. rather take this broke machine--hold me close, this beast i've burdened

emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me

i'm an animal, trapped in your hot car

you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. at least i'd had your full attention.

how terrible it is to love somethhing death can touch

come de mí, come de mi carne

i think you'd fall in love with anyone who fell in love with you

when they asked about you i said hell was so unflinching that it reminded me of us, lingering in the bedroom dark, obsessed with hurt

what are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? light shining from a dead star?

fuck one flesh, one end, harrow. i already gave my flesh to you, and i already gave you my end. i gave you my sword. i gave you myself. i did it while knowing i’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all i ever wanted you to do was eat me

this is all there is to love? simply by being in your life, i have added indelibly to its weight?

you will always be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

i died, and you carried me. i gambled, and you covered my bet. you kept the faith, and were the instrument of both my vengeance and my grace. and now i have fought through time, and the river...will you not look at me now, cam, and know me?

cause nobody butters me up like you nobody fucks me like me