“Until the right words exist, poetry will have to do.”

I’ve never met Satan face to face, but I have dated a few of his daughters.

Wave your wand while the magic’s still there.

Someday is a romantic lie, right now is an urgent truth.

She’s got sunshine in her eyes, and it ain’t even daylight.

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

Last night (we exchanged so much DNA) we became each other.

Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire.

My day feels too damn organized, you should come over tonight and make a mess out of me.

Half my mind is sex and songs.

When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.

If any female feels she need anything beyond herself to legitimate and validate her existence, she is already giving away her power to be self-defining, her agency.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Happiness can exist only in acceptance.

Only dream what you wish you see into existence.

All treaties between great states cease to be binding when they come in conflict with the struggle for existence.

People keep changing colours time and again. Today your words have so much value and you stress for their opinion, tomorrow you don’t even exist to them.

In some ways, you know, people that don’t exist, are much nicer than people that do.