“I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.”

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.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

We should know what is true before we break our rage.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

I don’t hate you for loving you. I just hate my heart for choosing someone like you.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

No Legal Immunity for Corporations That Break The Law.

If you let your head get too big, it’ll break your neck.