“Love doesn’t hurt us people do.”

With all the secrets and lies you keep. Your beauty is only skin deep. Vamp.

Everything intensifies during a full moon. Your edge creeps up slowly on the awaiting shore.

Because of her, I know unconditional love. Because of him, I have learned to forgive. Life lessons from mom and dad.

If I can inhale I can speak up.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

What a privilege to be a woman.

But you’re acting like a weed.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

It was simply divine intervention.

Penetrate me with a love so deep, you will have ruined me for all others.

Oasis in the desert I swallow you entirely.

If tomorrow starts without me, let it be known I was born to be free.

Fuller and more resilient for the next season.

And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding.

They silenced her tongue, for they feared how sharp it might cut them.

Words are like weapons; they wound sometimes.

To hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.

I was aware of how incredible the match was. Unfortunately there had to be a winner. From my point of view many left feeling sorry for me instead of being happy for Rafa. Which hurts.

Kindness is willing to look in the face of the hurting.

It hurts my head, but it’s fine because it’s something I do every day. You can’t avoid the gymnastics questions.

Everyone claims they want the truth. Just not in all her bright entirety. We’d rather she visit in dim shades of light, that won’t hurt our eyes.