If nothing else you have inspired me to write beautiful poetry if nothing else I bring words to the table with me.
ALLIE MILLERIt may have been mad love but at least it made me taste something even if it was blood.
More Allie Miller Quotes
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Spilling coffee-like tea on Sunday mornings with like-minded women is my favorite color of blooming.
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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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Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.
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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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A woman of integrity I swallow stones I used to throw grace was daunting until I surrendered then everything changed a woman was made.
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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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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 do not want my worth to be centered in men with fangs for teeth I do not deserve to be degraded in a leather seat my worth is powerful you will never take that away from me.
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Writing spiteful poetry in a chapel I realized I have to love you no matter what you do.
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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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Your scars speak terrible stories turned to beauty.
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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.
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It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets its a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.
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Friendships that die are like a lost art.
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Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?
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