Death Is My Lover And

To Create Something Beautiful About Despair Or Out Of A Feeling Of Despair Is For Me The Most Hopeful Life Affirming Thing A Person Can Do

Only Love Can Save Me And Love Has Destroyed Me.

She's Talking About Herself In The Third Person Because The Idea Of Being Who She Is, Of Acknowledging That She Is Herself, Is More Than Her Pride Can Take.

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.