What is the point?

What is the point of picking someone's broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole...only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER. 

Yearnings

I yearn for you. Always.

This Storm

One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear

Zero

This is the burning pits of hell. There is no escape. There is none. Close your eyes and melt.