“You tossed me out like dirt but out of dirt roses grew and I have more thorns than petals.”

Magic is what happened when I chose me over you.

I stared into the face of death and death blinked first.

My body knew you weren’t coming back before my mind did.

So many ways to touch someone and all you had to do was look at me.

I cause destruction everywhere I go I’m a wildfire gentle is not my nature.

I’m still learning that falling is supposed to be a two way street.

I don’t run with wolves, the wolves run with me.

All I ever wanted was to love myself as much as I love you even when you don’t deserve it.

This love is a game and, darling, the truth is we’ll both lose in the end.

Hold me. Just hold me and maybe in the morning I’ll be ready to love you.

I came into this world screaming. I plan to leave it quieter, softer and letting everything I’ve done do the talking.

In people and poetry I have found a way to heal.

I may have forgiven you but forgiving myself is a much slower process.

I build a world inside you I shattered when you left and took it with you.

I am a mess of insomnia, broken promises, and better tomorrows that never came.

Loneliness is the realest feeling I have ever known.

She wraps her cleansed mirrored soul around the filthy dirty lungs to free them towards sanity.

I never did a dirty armpit. You can look dirty, but you can’t be dirty.

Don’t walk in my head with your dirty feet.

Value yourself. The only people who appreciate a doormat are people with dirty shoes.

Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

Death is the only water to wash away this dirt.

The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.

You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.