“I took my demons put them in a jar and kept them on the highest shelf so that you could never touch them.”

You closed the book before we could reach the end.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

You decided you loved me when I decided I was done waiting.

I am a sinking ship and my love it’s time you jump overboard or I am going to take you down with me.

I fell in love with a shooting star.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but it does buy enough wine to drown out the memories.

I hold entire constellations within my soul but all he saw were the stars in my soul.

Some days it is exhausting to simply exist.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

You smile brighter when you think no one is looking.

I call myself a poet but I don’t have words to describe that feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach when your hand brushes against mine so purposefully accidental.

You threw water on my fire when I was looking for gasoline.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.

I have mastered the art of smiling when all I want to do is scream.

But there is yet another form of this hidden heresy, and, paradoxically, it can affect those who are proudest of their long-standing and unimpeachable orthodoxy; heresy in the form of indifference.

To the honey I said, You don’t know what it is to be made of so much goodness, yet in a hollow be so hidden.

Dance is the hidden language of the soul, of the body.

Truth is the ultimate power. When the truth comes around, all the lies have to run and hide.

I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.

All creative people have to have vulnerability because those nuances are what move people. So I’m deeply insecure – but I’m good at hiding it.

My best vacation is somewhere I could hide, somewhere warm and not a lot of people around.

I think it’s important that you always transform if you can. That’s what I was trained to do. You try and hide yourself as much as you can – that’s the key to longevity.