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

The reason you fear me is why all men do I am a woman your fear is only natural.

I’m still learning to love the parts of me you taught me to hate.

Do your worst but I promise you will regret ever crossing me.

I hate tequila but I’ll drink it straight from the bottle if it means forgetting you.

Behind every great man is no one before him is a goddess and she will not be overshadowed.

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’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.

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

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.

Every day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.

I said “I need a love that won’t break me” while still choosing from broken boys-self-destruction.

Our galaxies collided and still, I loved you despite the destruction.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

Veins has always been a weakness for her and that lead to the flowing of self destructive poison for her life.

Tis not unreasonable for me to prefer the destruction of the whole world to the scratching of my finger.

The destruction of the foundations necessarily brings down the whole edifice.

You burned through my heart, leaving scars I thought was love. But when the smoke cleared all you left was charred destruction.