“You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.”

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

You make me feel the way Christmas did when I was a kid, I’d close my eyes look to the skies and magic became real.

I wish you the wildest of dreams.

Thank you for believing in me the way I used to.

At least now the stars are in good company.

Wise Man: One who sees the storm coming before the clouds appear.

It’s true that you need much time to get rid of the fat girl you once were, but you know I am sincerely grateful for my buttocks.

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

The eyes of a woman who never cried can not be beautiful.

Birth control has almost completely and totally disappeared from the global health agenda, and the victims of this paralysis are the people of Sub-Saharan Africa and South Asia.

It breaks my heart that some of my fans think that because they love me and they idolize me, they have to be just like me and dress like me and act like me.

I’m very susceptible to sex appeal.

You are worthy no matter what your journey may look like.