My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
NIKITA GILLMy darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
NIKITA GILLA mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.
NIKITA GILLI’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
NIKITA GILLI am trying to stop being the ashes that you left behind.
NIKITA GILLYour body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.
NIKITA GILLI used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
NIKITA GILLAnd darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
NIKITA GILLEven without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.
NIKITA GILLEvery woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
NIKITA GILLShe wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
NIKITA GILLWhen I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
NIKITA GILLShe didn’t just wait for someone to come and rescue her from her discontent and strife, instead she took matters into her own hands and empowered her own future, her own life.
NIKITA GILLThere is a lightening in our bones and wildfire in our spirits and we will find a way despite it all to survive and thrive.
NIKITA GILLWhat I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
NIKITA GILLBut I am both nightmare and sin.
NIKITA GILLThe rose is not everyone’s favorite flower, but that does not make it any less beautiful. There is a lesson for all of us in that.
NIKITA GILL