“I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.”

Why are you ignoring my heart so aggressively?

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

I’ll just be my own world.

No waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.

Don’t just scratch my surface make my entire soul purr.

From opal mornings to indigo nights I think about you, all the time.

I want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.

Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.

You know what would be hot? To get loved before you get fucked.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

I want to see you naked stripped bare yourself in front of me and then you can take your clothes off.

All these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.

An unconsidered life is not one worth living.

I’m worth far too much money. I don’t need anybody’s money.

Your self-worth is determined by you. You don’t have to depend on someone to tell you who you are.

A life without investigation is not worth living.

You are worth about 3 dollars worth in chemicals.

If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.

Outside show is a poor substitute for inner worth.

The unexamined life is not worth living.