I had been warned that he would make me forget about God.
History is nothing but a dream agreed-upon.
When does one go from being lost to becoming a lost cause?
Your love was served with your special brand of Alfredo sauce.
I love you so much that I’ve let you kill me as easily as if I was a little girl.
I made the mistake of loving you unconditionally within a conditional world.
In this existential dread, I sing my woes to the stringed lute.
And you are Forbidden Fruit.