“With all your words of glass, I felt the wedding dress rip If I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry why should I want to give you the rest of my life?”

A powerful woman is dangerous heaven and hell both want the rights anticipation is a one-night stand or better yet use your own fucking hand.

I’m such a people pleaser I even want random strangers on the internet to like me.

When I ask myself why am I even sober anymore I wish I could lose myself for even just a minute without it being a death sentence.

I am on another planet experiencing myself the colors run but I’m not caught up on perfections here I just want to be my own friend again I just want to love my bones without restraint.

It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets it’s a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.

Writing saved me when my phone went silent.

Hard crash everything good has to end take your fucking Prozac.

You were the best and worst nights of my life fucking while the flames lick us at least you’re a distraction from my spiritual death. You’re a god damn angel in a crack den.

I am a woman writer the last thing I am is weak.

Your silence speaks in waves I am trying to not drown in my own thoughts let alone yours.

And when I pour myself unafraid like the shatter had a purpose I become the wave.

I gave names to all my disorders to humanize the pain.

You were poetry in a dark hallway whispering to know me in a psychotic way the way your neck tattoos straddle my throat I’m envious of every girl you’ve ever known.

Talking to you wrecks me because it is a glimpse into what I could have had if only.

Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.

I want my cake and to eat it too but bulimia runs rampant and she is a fucking bitch.

I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

I came back to you without ever telling you where I’ve been you came back to me the same way you left.

Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.

Our relationship with nature is broken. But relationships can change. When we protect nature – we are nature protecting itself.

Sometimes, we’re just tired and set people free because we can’t fight anymore and we hope they might come back one day and stay for good.

You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.

Ask me about the time you broke my heart and I’ll tell you how I put it back together again.