“Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.”

She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

I can’t tell you how much I hope that you are my forever person.

What pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.

Love is all about making room in a vessel that is already complete on its own.

I will be waiting with open arms and a wider than ever heart.

It won’t matter how beautiful they look when they don’t treat you beautifully.

Do friends really long to breathe the air of the other?

Even in difficult and trying times I find comfort in knowing you are mine.

Doing my best not to dwell; I just thought you couldn’t wait to see me too.

Doubts are seen flowing away along with that special kind of blue in his eyes.

In broken states hearts sure do tell their best tales.

Don’t excuse toxic traits by trying to highlight the loving ones.

Disrupt me as much as you like; my own personal natural disaster.

All I’ve ever wanted was a little of your time and a lot of your love.

It’s noon and I miss you just as much as I will by midnight.

I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.

I’m an athlete and I’m black, and a lot of black athletes go broke. I do not want to become a statistic, so maybe I overcompensate. But I’m paranoid. Oprah told me a long time ago, ‘You sign every check. Never let anyone sign any checks.’

I built bridges that never once led me back to you. I just didn’t realize you were the one breaking them.

The Love in your eyes will forever hold a glimpse of me.

Sticks and stones break bones but words ferment like poison. A slow, painful death.

I am the daughter of Black writers who are descended from Freedom Fighters who broke their chains and changed the world. They call me.