I’ve dealt with my problems; I’m not going to deal with yours

Of lovers and boys (Of monsters and men)

Dear lover, I’m broken

One truth, one lie, and one you decide

Tales of ice, in the minds of a teen Warning: content about depression and anxiety.

A short lived love, poetry by E. Johansson

It was almost poetic, the way your hot touch burned his cold skin. He left love bites on your skin like the stars in the night sky, He littered it with kisses while his lips burned. Yet when he was all but ash, he’d still only please you.

Man;Woman;Child They say man was made by god, They say woman was made by nature, They say child was made by imagination. The road from imagination to religion isn't far, yet the one from imagination to nature is.

Our love was like the stars on your bedroom ceiling, it was cosy and comforting in the night, but the true colours were shown in the bright of the day.