“It has been years now and you still remain, blood stains splattered across my brain. Its not that you were the first woman that I loved, you were the first person I memorized properly.”

What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?

These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.

Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem i’ll never send.

I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.

Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.

On my worst days my brain tries to trick me into wishing i stayed. Its really trying to convince me that i didn’t deserve to survive.

I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.

Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?

If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.

I want to find my soul rather than lose it.

There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.

When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.

I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

I just love seeing my audience live, and I also love to see my peers perform because it inspires me to be a better performer as well.

I don’t know if it was suicide to love him. What I mean is, He very much ruined me.

Venus is kind to creatures as young as we; We know not what we do, and while we’re young We have the right to live and love like gods.

I know there is no such thing as forever. But I promise I will love you until the very end.

I no longer ask humans, for a definition of love. For, they tend to force on her, the traits of those who have either treated them well or not at all.

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

Whose presence reveals how subtle is the path of Love.