When I think about your skin, my brain bursts into galaxies. Your beauty spots turn into constellations. And the love bites on my neck and chest you left are indigo and violet and lavender and violent and they are universes in themselves. They are the world you created with your lips and your skin. My body is a habitat for you to create within. I yearn to be your muse and to touch the darkest corners of the black hole angrily swarming in your aching head. I remembering clinging to you, your hair in my fist like my final life line.
— Halsey (Jan 5, 2014)