“You are something I am trying to love; Not something I am trying to survive.”

You come here trying to make a meal out of me? I will eat you alive.

Love is more thicker than forget.

Of all the things I had to endure, you were my favorite obstacle.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

Nothing worth keeping has ever wanted me back.

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

Without you love would only be something I dreamed of.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

Let pride go, to let love in.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest, and living close to nature.

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.

You are not separate from love, love is all that you are.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.