I imagine poetry to be a living entity in me.
ALLIE MILLERSpilling coffee-like tea on Sunday mornings with like-minded women is my favorite color of blooming.
More Allie Miller Quotes
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I want my cake and to eat it too but bulimia runs rampant and she is a fucking bitch.
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My very survival is a spit on your face don’t fuck with a woman who knows her worth.
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Ana gets fed off compliments I’m only as sick as my secrets.
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I’m such a people pleaser I even want random strangers on the internet to like me.
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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?
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I believe the ashes of my past life were stepping stones to becoming free.
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We 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.
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Writing saved me when my phone went silent.
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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.
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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.
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I fought my way through plastic men the woman in me learned how to show her teeth no matter how fucking unladylike they say it makes me.
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Why do you call me only so you can control me god I know you are lying but remorse sounds so good in your throat?
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It may have been mad love but at least it made me taste something even if it was blood.
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And when I pour myself unafraid like the shatter had a purpose I become the wave.
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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.
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