I can feel them bubbling under my skin

  He breaks a plate at her feet...

They fill me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, to the core of my heart.

 Her cat generally gave good advice...

Their kingdoms are the two halves of my mind

  His magic fascinated her...

Sometimes they will slip out of my mouth in a mutter or laughter or a mix of the two

 She felt her consciousness slipping...

I'll hear them dancing in my mind and I will place them down on paper when I get the chance

 He watched as her blood burst from the thorn marks in the form of the loveliest red silk...

I am a part of them as they are a part of me

 The masked sorcerer vanished into the night, with her in his arms...

Their songs are beautiful insanity

  The storyteller gave her a knowing glance...

Within me are countless stories

  The two of them shared the same secret...

I am a Writer