I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
NICOLE LYONSI still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
NICOLE LYONSBe patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSI think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
NICOLE LYONSYou load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
NICOLE LYONSToo many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
NICOLE LYONSBe bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
NICOLE LYONSOn paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
NICOLE LYONSDance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.
NICOLE LYONSWhen I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.
NICOLE LYONSHe was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
NICOLE LYONSI swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
NICOLE LYONSWe were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
NICOLE LYONSThe deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
NICOLE LYONSAnd that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
NICOLE LYONSHe calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
NICOLE LYONSI promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
NICOLE LYONS