Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Love & other drugs


·         You can’t keep dying like that every time you see her smile or cry or breathe.
·         I want to feel your lower lip between my teeth again, to bite it hard and you to tell me that it hurts.
·         Get into my soul and melt it. Melt it till it leaks to my heels and I will walk on love and beauty.
·         I only killed myself twice. Because you weren’t mine and because you weren’t mine anymore.
·         I want to love you so much that it hurts.
·         Let me be your drug. Let me be the air you breathe. Let me be.
·         There’s only one thing I need to know: how big is the scar you plan on leaving?
·         And I’m afraid even to breathe, ‘cause these days even the air seems too heavy for my soul.