too late at night to be writing
but i’m here and oh, so lonely
and words are my closest comfort
now that you’re so far away -

too dark outside to be running
but stars will talk after midnight
and they whisper and hold and heal
just like you never could.

Sophia Kay, solace 

A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you

is that a fact or a weapon?

Margaret Atwood