text: I lived in a house on the hill of my thoughts; a broken home with parents with halted hearts. My blood was young but my mind so old; my body tattered but never my soul. I met her in the valley of my dying dreams, radiant with romance running in her ravenous veins. Relating her prose to carnivorous crows; she was as disparate as me with as many internal foes. On the grass we kissed with an appetite, she tasted of salt water, but drowning never felt so right. I didn’t know how to swim, but for her I would dive. I had never met anyone who made me feel so alive. Soon by noon I went home, after we grew weary. I don’t know where she went, but I hope it was somewhere near me. Edit: Punctuation and an attempt to format it correctly.