“I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.”

You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.

They build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.

Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.

There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.

I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.

You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.

Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.

I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.

I write because suicide is no longer an option.

Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.

On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.

He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.

Some souls were never meant to be content.

Pleasure disguised himself as happiness and stole life away.

Every experience is really just a lesson in disguise. Don’t let it go to waste.

Pain is a two-way street, sometimes it drags you till the verge of insanity and sometimes it is a blessing in disguise. 

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.

You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise, you’re the devil in disguise.

It often turns out on closer inspection that acts of apparent altruism are really selfishness in disguise.

It often turns out on closer inspection that acts of apparent altruism are really selfishness in disguise.

So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality.