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

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.

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.

Somedays I fear, I’ll run out of words.

Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.

Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?

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

The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.

I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.

How do you find words, when you’ve lost your soul? If every emotion you ever knew, you can’t feel them anymore.

If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.

Never allow anyone to determine how much of a beautiful woman you are by the features on your face, the shade of your skin, or the size of your body.

There’s so much negativity in the world and what you only need to hear is all the love. People try to say to me, ‘I just heard someone say this or that about you,’ and I just ignore it because it’s irrelevant. Love is what makes the world go around, and that’s all we need to focus on.

I know that women are smarter than men. I don’t wanna sound like I’m on a bandwagon for chicks but I do love ’em, can’t front. Women are smarter than men. I know I gotta lot of chicks up my sleeve but you guys are twice as good.

I don’t need you to love me, I love me.

I love jotting down ideas for my blog, so I doodle or take notes on all kinds of stuff that inspires me: the people I meet, boutiques I visit, a florist that just gave me a great idea for an interior-design project, things like that.

There will be those who try to drag you down because of their own insecurities that they let consume them. No matter what, stay crafting.

You ready? I have gold teeth, I have braids, I’m wearing Rick Owens moon boots, I have rips in my denim, a biker vest, I love artsy girls, my favourite artists are Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon. I’m obsessed with being different.

When you love something, every day goes by in 10 minutes.