Lies are like poison. If you get a little but in your system, it spreads until it destroys you.

Love is a monster.

Some monsters disguise themselves so well you don’t realize that they’re monsters until it’s too late. You check all of the usual places: under the bed, in the closet, behind the shower curtain, around that...

I tell myself that this is okay, but I realize that I don’t have to. This is what I want. Him. Me. Closer

Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.

Monsters never truly go away. They claw their way to the surface again eventually.