Do not give your love to gargoyles. They gaze with awe and envy from their stony, storied homes but they will spend their nights tearing at your flesh, stone cold, staring into your eyes as they feast on your feelings, a mere appetiser for what they’ll do to your entrails. They never learned table manners,…

I thought of blue oceans and grey clouds as I passed the palace where I first kissed my latest unhappy ending. We held hands outside of the hospital where I was born, and he told me that the glow of my eyes made him feel frail and far too old, so I took the ribbons…

My sweet, sane sunshine. You never stay. My eyes close, and you become smoke.

His eyes remind me of my skin, and when he looks at me, it is like staring at a version of myself that I have yet to grow tired of. When he is tired, he speaks to me in his language, as if I will automatically understand him, correcting himself when my face contorts in…