“...I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips...”

“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...”

“...Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks...”

“...it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...”

“...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...”

“...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...”

“...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...”