“poetry to me is stumbling around in the dark searching for the right words to describe that feeling I get when she smiles in her sleep.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I felt her so intensely words seemed unfit I needed to paint her grab colors with my hands and throw it at the canvas 'there' I would point 'this is my love for you.''”— Atticus, instagram.com
“From the day we met to the day we died she would exist infinitely in my heart and mind.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She turned my heart to ash arrived to me on a bright red comet a chariot to trample my soul into the sand leaving glass for me to walk upon— and yet I loved her feeling because it was a feeling and it was so finally true it hurt more than the rest had hurt before but inside it made me burn I was ali…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She was herself and the world loved her for it falling for her truth just like I had.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I love her because she steals my socks, I love her because when I find her in them they never match, I love her because they are too big and they grey part for the heel sits far too high but she doesn't notice. I love her because she wears them to sleep and one always falls off and she wakes up in t…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“Holding her was never enough I needed to melt her into me to mix our colors like paint to fuse our atoms and make us one— but that as well would never be enough.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I fought my eyes to stay awake no dream was prettier than the way she slept.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“Her heart was wild, but I didn't want to catch it. I wanted to run with it, to set mine free.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“He painted over her scars with every color he could find until she lost them in the setting sun.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.”— Atticus, instagram.com