“You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.”

Poetry was my gateway drug to you.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.

Love me or leave me but don’t leave me in love.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.

And sometimes love looks like choosing.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

I am so sorry; you see, I wanted to love you, but I had to be free.

Accept who you are; and revel in it.

You have to be who you are, and hopefully they dig it.

You’ve got to keep your finger on the pulse of what your audience is thinking and know what they’ll accept from you.

Healing is about accepting not forgetting.

There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.

You have to accept that sometimes that’s how things happen in this world. People’s opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process.

I have come to accept that if I have a new haircut it is front page news. But having a picture of my foot on the front page of a national newspaper is a bit exceptional.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.