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

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.

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

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.

In a final Act of self preservation, I cut you out of my life.

Time is a cruel thing. You can have all the time in the world with someone but when it ends it still won’t be enough.

Truth- I am broken. Dare- Love me anyway.

You made a goddamn mess of me but watch me rise from the ashes.

He took everything from me when he put his hands on me.

My body is covered in scars where silver blades kisses my skin and pretended to be love.

Over thinkers – masters at turning calm into chaos.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.

Make money your god, and it will plague you like the devil.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.

Destruction after all is a form of creation.

Don’t wreck my reputation, Let me wreck my own.