You.

I want to tell myself that it's going to be different this time.

I don't know why I told you that you're worth it.

There is something courageous in the art of being vulnerable.

This pulsating sensation sparks a blue flame.

If you could close your eyes, tell me is it me you see?

There is nothing that stands between us besides our own walls we've built in our heads.

This paralysis eats away at us.

Let me bring you to the edge.