“I won’t be like Snow White and wait around for some guy. Prince charming’s kiss isn’t the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.

I was blinded by the desire to be wanted that I forgot how to love myself.

I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

If then, merely out of regard to population, it were right that paederasts should be burnt alive, monks ought to be roasted alive over a slow fire.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humans to keep its restless heart alive the sky would be full of dead stars.

Focus on humanity. It keeps you alive.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Hate all you want that doesn’t change the fact I’m one of the hardest young niggas alive night now.

Hope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Without hope there can be no you or I.

Sometimes life breaks us and buries us alive, but that is how we find our purpose and rise bloom in love.