“This love is a game and, darling, the truth is we’ll both lose in the end.”

Darling, our story was a beautifully tragic thing. Magical as it happened unbearable when it ended.

Magic is what happened when I chose me over you.

I stared into the face of death and death blinked first.

My body knew you weren’t coming back before my mind did.

So many ways to touch someone and all you had to do was look at me.

I cause destruction everywhere I go I’m a wildfire gentle is not my nature.

I’m still learning that falling is supposed to be a two way street.

I don’t run with wolves, the wolves run with me.

All I ever wanted was to love myself as much as I love you even when you don’t deserve it.

Hold me. Just hold me and maybe in the morning I’ll be ready to love you.

I came into this world screaming. I plan to leave it quieter, softer and letting everything I’ve done do the talking.

In people and poetry I have found a way to heal.

You tossed me out like dirt but out of dirt roses grew and I have more thorns than petals.

I may have forgiven you but forgiving myself is a much slower process.

I build a world inside you I shattered when you left and took it with you.

I am a mess of insomnia, broken promises, and better tomorrows that never came.

I was fifteen years old when I understood how it is that things break down: people can’t imagine someone else’s point of view.

We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.

When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine.

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.

If you don’t break your ego, life will break it for you.

I love hard and I break just as hard as I love.

It breaks my heart to know so many children in our country do not have access to education.

I am not a home breaker and I can never be. I haven’t been brought up to create havoc in other people’s homes.