“In my story you're the villain. But in my heart, you're still the reigning King.”

“You're too big for another heart beat, unable to sync with my capricious heart beating.”

“…..pump, pump, pump- where is it? It’s fading fast (the sound of his heart as I laid on his bed), it’s disappearing as i drift to sleep (but its still in my head, always in my head–haunting).”

“Every fairytale has a villain. All high quality happy endings involve a black-hearted monster. I just didn't want you to be mine.”

“I wear my heart on my blog.”

“…I felt each beat slowing as his breathe fell away from my world. “You’re going to be okay” I lied, as blood spilled painting my fingers crimson. He stared blankly gasping for breath. My fingers never worked the same after that day. They became wild, fierce---unruly. And heart? I don’t know where heart is; I think he still has her.”

“My insides turn outward in acknowledgement of your absence. My heart slips out of my chest and down into my gut.”