“A loving reminder at least we are lonely together.”

Some nights I wish I could slip into her skin and wear her flesh only to feel his touch.

And you broke me in all the ways I loved you.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.

And his rough hands upon my porcelain skin had me howling at the moon.

And every time I care I die a little.

There are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.

The art of harvesting pain – poetry.

Poetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.

I’m laying bare still untouched by the hands I crave completely taken by words.

You didn’t need to make her cuts this deep.

She dances barefoot through the smoke upon ashes from a broken world  – she is hope.

Steal back your heart – self-love.

And then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.

He may never slay a dragon but he will grow old with you begging for death to leave you alone.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.

Something most people don’t know about me is that I’m quite the loner, I would say. I don’t really ever leave my house.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.

Let the moon teach you the art of being beautiful and lonely at the same time.