Kiss, Rip, Burn
"I slipped into a reverie; a daydream of our last kiss. I took your photo. I ripped your heart out, like you did with mine... and I threw you to the flames. I burned you."
There is a reason why I lock my bedroom door at night… Though the sound of the handle jiggling keeps me up all the same.
Hearing someone call your name
24 Feb 2012