“The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.”

There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.

Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.

You’d read between my lines, You’d seen truths i had tried to deny all my life.You had read poems that were tucked neatly under my sheets, words i never meant anyone to read.

The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.

I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you couldn’t have.

Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.

I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.

December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.

The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.

I’m not sure if i’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when i look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.

I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.

There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.

I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.

My wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.

I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.

Every Joke is a Tiny Revolution.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

Every Joke is a Tiny Revolution.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

The revolution of tenderness begins in the heart of the family.

Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.

It is by treating others with respect and love that we also can make a revolution of tenderness.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.