At the mercy of the voices in my head, I lost my way. And found you at the relief of silence. ~N.V.

You looked at the stars in my eyes, unknowing that I saw galaxies in yours. ~N.V.

I looked at you, just out of reach of my wanting hands; my words of desire silenced by your distance. And in the desperate moments I needed your voice to be more than just a dream, I realized why unrequited love feels like a silent scream. ~N.V.

You were a trainwreck at the right destination. ~N.V.

Of all of life’s hurdles I didn’t see coming, you were the biggest. ~N.V.

I’ve been told that my eyes glisten with mystery and the shattered pieces of broken trust. Oh but you see, that’s the look of someone lost in the thirst of wanderlust. ~N.V

I fell asleep on the wrong side of love, and woke up on the right side of hopeful. ~N.V.

You were the kind of trip, that with every hit, I vowed to quit. ~N.V.

I’d always wondered how it felt to be sitting, guilty, in a cell. Fully bound, with no way out, a lesson for the next show and tell. But when I found myself handcuffed to your memories, I realized that I was already in a prison, locked away but walking free. ~N.V.

At my loneliest, I look to the moon on my side of the world, and wonder if you’re looking at it too. ~N.V.

Find me through the map designed by the scars you see behind my smiling eyes. ~N.V.

You asked me what love and I have in common. I chuckled and answered, “We’re both worth the risk.” ~N.V.

It was when I wrote what I thought was the last sentence of our chapter that I discovered why some stories have no endings. ~N.V.

You’re the kind of mystery I make a muse. ~N.V.

Intertwined, we sway to the sounds of yesterday’s lovers, and reach for the comfort only the broken know how to find. ~N.V.

I’m often asked when I knew that my sanity lay at the tip of a pen. Well, darling, it was when I discovered that words could keep me from destroying myself. ~N.V.

I asked you why you couldn’t let go of me. You said it’s because the scent of my perfume made saying “goodbye” bittersweet. ~N.V.

I woke up in a pool of memories to find my heart still being held by your long-gone hands. And when it hit me that there’s no cure, I had but one question- -How do you leave behind the past when it shapes your future? ~N.V.

Standing on this battlefield, littered with the lingering touches of forgotten lovers, I realize that I was never a victim; I realize that with the tip of heartbreak’s sword an inch away from my next fairytale, I became the warrior. ~N.V.

You sit across from me in this crowded room, and with that slow-crawl glance ask me to describe my passion. With the tingle of your gaze on my skin, I answer through parted lips- -“Sin”. ~N.V.