Friendships that die are like a lost art.
ALLIE MILLERFriendships that die are like a lost art.
ALLIE MILLERI am a woman writer the last thing I am is weak.
ALLIE MILLERWhen 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.
ALLIE MILLERWriting spiteful poetry in a chapel I realized I have to love you no matter what you do.
ALLIE MILLERWe live in a society where I am a crazy bitch for going to any lengths to keep you away from me.
ALLIE MILLERI gave names to all my disorders to humanize the pain.
ALLIE MILLERWriting saved me when my phone went silent.
ALLIE MILLERA powerful woman is a dangerous heaven and hell both want the rights anticipation is a one-night stand or better yet use your own fucking hand.
ALLIE MILLERAna gets fed off compliments I’m only as sick as my secrets.
ALLIE MILLERI want my cake and to eat it too but bulimia runs rampant and she is a fucking bitch.
ALLIE MILLERWhy do you call me only so you can control me god I know you are lying but remorse sounds so good in your throat?
ALLIE MILLERWe are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.
ALLIE MILLERAnxiety feels like over-explaining chronically.
ALLIE MILLERI love you I’m just trying not to wear my heart on my text messages.
ALLIE MILLERYour scars speak terrible stories turned to beauty.
ALLIE MILLERTalking to you wrecks me because it is a glimpse into what I could have had if only.
ALLIE MILLER