DANCE

She retreats so far into herself until even her bones are numb; then and only then, can she dance.

CREATION

I signed everything I ever wrote about you drunk and left-handed, but you were an unprecedented creation of the Universe and myself, respectively; in the end, there was no confusion. 

ROOFS

You cannot seek shelter inside human beings; shoulder blades were never meant to support roofs large enough for two.

MUSCLES

Sometimes my own name feels too heavy on my tongue, as if even my muscles can feel the sadness behind my words.

PERFUME

Your skin is musty and stale from all those years of hiding but don't worry, her perfume will cover the smell in no time.

FREEDOM

Your soul is tangled so tightly around my own that cutting you free would surely destroy us both.

PHOSOMANIA

Phosomania is the obsession with light; the inside of my mind is so dark it's no wonder I fell in love with you.