“If only love spilled from lips and truth bled from hearts then hate would drown in a flood of understanding.”

I need a wolf, a beast with a ravenous appetite. Devour me like desperate goods. Ravage me my warrior lover, mark your territory. I’m not a typical lover, I’m a woman with a taste for blood.

He is my heaven and my hell. Serving passion and poison with the same spoon, and i am a sucker for a taste.

If a home is where the heart is, I guess my home left with you. Please remember to water the flowers.

Go ahead break my heart. Although I love your darkness, the sun will eventually dry my tears and paint rainbows in my sky. I will transform this pain into poetry and these wings will carry me away.

I hope you rise like the sun, bright and cheerful. Fresh and free from yesterdays storms and ready to shine your light on the world.

You thought you could take advantage of my heart. But I’ve mastered revenge and made it an art.

Storms in his eyes, Fire in his heart, Lust in his touch, Tearing me apart.

Sometimes the angry sky rages before the bellowing tears spill.

I want to be his peace and his raging fire. His muse and every desire.

Have the courage to be afraid, because fear is a sign that you care deeply. If you care deeply enough, you will be brave enough.

Love is magic and magic is everywhere. You just need to open your heart to see it.

On my knees, lips slightly parted thirsty, ready for a strong stiff one. Make it neat I love the burn.

I’m suffocating on empty promises and twisted truths. I’m drowning in a bottomless pool of illusion.

I’m the fire that dances in the rain, I’m the love that lives in my heart. I’m the broken heart that crashes, I’m the phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m healing and scars, I’m the sun and all the stars.

Your smile keeps me longing for the taste of your lips pressed against my soul.

Insomnia. Restless soul. Long dark nights. Haunted heavy heart feels. Foggy.

You will only be great at things you love to do don’t pursue a career in something you hate to do.

If you’re going to play at all, you’re out to win. Baseball, board games, playing Jeopardy, I hate to lose.

Discipline is doing what you hate to do, but nonetheless doing it like you love it.

Do not hate the people who are jealous because they recognize that you are the best.

I honestly hate wearing makeup.

For the record, I don’t worship the devil. I just hate religion.

I really hate bureaucracy and the idea that I’m not a free person.

Go fuck yourself.