“I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.”

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.

Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.

Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.

I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.

I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.

I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.

Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.

When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.

I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.

I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

I like working on things that are very different and that involve different disguises.

I discovered that the most dangerous mask is the one worn by intelligent people because they are clever at their disguise.

Films are even stranger, for what we are seeing are not disguised people but photographs of disguised people, and yet we believe them while the film is being shown.

I would say that we like to disguise our heartbreaks with happier melodies.

Ruled by the prince of darkness and the master of deception who wears many disguises and has many aliases.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.