Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSBe patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSPleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
NICOLE LYONSEvery now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.
NICOLE LYONSHe left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
NICOLE LYONSShe tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
NICOLE LYONSYou can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
NICOLE LYONSHow recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
NICOLE LYONSOn paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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 LYONSI have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
NICOLE LYONSI will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
NICOLE LYONSI breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
NICOLE LYONSDance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.
NICOLE LYONSOne day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
NICOLE LYONSI drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
NICOLE LYONSI like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
NICOLE LYONS