“Sure she would drink & digress with you but i undressed your soul. He sank in the shallow end.”

While you’re posting pretty pictures I am writing love letters to you love & our priorities.

It is not your job to carry every burden to heal every heart-your love is a divine blessing.

I said “I need a love that won’t break me” while still choosing from broken boys-self-destruction.

He told me ‘I must be a story’ but for me-he always was.

You blame your father but it was your mother who did not keep you safe -why you won’t trust women.

My sweet girl: of course he has to object project & reject for if he didn’t he’d have to admit that he loves you -wise words from her therapist’s office.

You are the only one who lost -the rest stayed.

I am proud of the love I gave you it was laced in loyalty & light.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

You make the pain I make it art-the girl with the soft heart.

You can water a plant but it has to want to grow.

Is your love the storm or the lighthouse?

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

His fear of exile led to mine -there was room for both of us in belonging.

He tried everything to silence her except for kindness and remorse -only love softens a voice.

Don’t buy their greatest lie – social media.

If I can wake up everyday before I die and know that I don’t have to serve anyone food or drinks, I will be happy!

What America needs now is a drink.

And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

I no longer take pleasure in perishable food or in the delights of this world. I want only God’s bread, which is the Flesh of Jesus Christ, formed of the seed of David, and for drink I crave His Blood which is love that cannot perish.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.

If I could drink only one wine, it would be Champagne.

The most sensible thing to do to people you hate is to drink their brandy.