“I will never give up on you, from a person who treats like crap is not sweet. It’s toxic and you gotta run!”

I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.

I’m my daddy’s little warrior, I’m the writer of my destiny.

I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.

Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.

Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?

When words fail, tears well.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.

So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.

To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.

You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.

Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.

I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.

Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you’ll have to eat them, you can swallow it well.

If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world.

What was God doing before the divine creation? Was he preparing hell for people who asked such questions?

Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land.

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.

I like my wine like my women – ready to pass out.

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn’t help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up.

You have to make the rules, not follow them.