“Your psychotic behavior and constant temper tantrums intrigue me.”

“….watch me rise like smoke from fire.Watch me fly above your hate.Watch me dance upon your meannesslike a ballerina with posture; grace.Watch me laugh over your hatred;watch me soar above your sea of grief.And know that I am out there somewhere… C R U S H I N G.”

“...but fame didn’t suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.”

“I want to learn your trickery and feel what it’s like to have me wrapped around your finger. I want to lie to everyone because it gets me where I want faster. I want to be like you, because you are blind; and now that I finally see, I don’t want to.”

“....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed alongwhen something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...”

“I’m tired of wanting to respond but never knowing what face you’ll be wearing, not knowing what mean or nice words you’ll be saying, so I stay silent knowing I can’t take another round of your uncontrolled verbs, your misinterpretations of my world. So many men? Yes, I have so many men, didn’t know that this text-fighting, me on the other side crying was exclusive to just us two.”

“You own me, because you are me.”