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

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.

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.

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

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

My darling, how lonely it is to love you.

You were a nightmare I never wanted to wake up from.

I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.

I would die for you it’s true if I could only learn how to breathe around you.

If beauty is truth, why don’t women go to the library to have their hair done?

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?

The eyes of a woman who never cried can not be beautiful.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

It’s not my job to look beautiful. It’s my job to look interesting.

I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.

What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.

Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.