“Even though we were both under the same roof of that coffee shop. I was still solar systems away from you.”

The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it – there is nothing purer than that.

I am not a hotel room I am home, I am not the whiskey you want I am the water you need, don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have to convince half the world’s population that my body is not their bed.

Sometimes I stop myself from saying the words out loud as if leaving my mouth too often might wear them down.

We began with honesty let us end in it too.

If I’m not the love of your life I’ll be your greatest loss instead.

I am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut.

Other women’s bodies are not our battle grounds.

I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself.

Let it go, let it leave, let it happen. Nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you anyway.

I spent the entire night casting spells to bring you back.

Kiss me like I am the center point of gravity and you are falling into me like my soul is the focal point of yours.

If you tried and didn’t end up where you wanted to go that’s still progress.

When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough, the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.

The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.