[We spit fire and smoke,]

"He rests my heart on the tip of his tongue and every day he swallows. I choose to sacrifice everything within my skin that is righteous and mine for pieces of his affection. I cry phantom tears that ..."

"There were weeks when I wore your ring like a wife. Proud to bear my title, arrogant in my place of you. But you haven't kissed me in days. And I don't remember a time when you slept in my soul. Writ..."

"So sad, so sad to think that I am anything but a coward. Only fearful children play with such fire in their hearts as I do. Maybe this intoxication will make me honest. To keep going and going, never ..."

"There's no one here. I keep myself on hold, waiting for anything. Why is it so important for me to write all of this down? To examine it later? To make some consensus with my selves as to who I am? I ..."