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

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.

One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.

Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.

He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.

Dance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.

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

You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.

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

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

All the blood is drained out of democracy – it dies – when only half the population votes.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

To create the world cost God nothing; to save it from sin cost His Life Blood.

I’d rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ‘I love you.’