She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.
NICOLE LYONSShe is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.
NICOLE LYONSYou load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
NICOLE LYONSThe deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
NICOLE LYONSI write because suicide is no longer an option.
NICOLE LYONSHe left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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 LYONSPoetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
NICOLE LYONSBe patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSOh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
NICOLE LYONSBe bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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 LYONSMelancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
NICOLE LYONSHe was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
NICOLE LYONSI still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
NICOLE LYONSDance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.
NICOLE LYONS