“It’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.”

Art is a private piece of me.

There’s a reason we only hire blondes.

I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.

The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined— love me there.

I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.

I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.

God, can he see what he’s doing to me.

You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.

You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.

When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.

Last winter was colder than usual. Maybe it was the warmth that died with the millions of lives covid stole, or maybe it was the way close people betrayed me and left a gaping hole.

But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

Poetry saved my torn heart.

The irony is that he broke the only person he never wanted to hurt.

When it hurts, you feel it. But when it pains, you’re numb.

If feel like we not close as we was and it’s hurting me.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.

Hurting people back won’t heal your wounds – forgiveness does.