How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
NICOLE LYONSHow recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
NICOLE LYONSPleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
NICOLE LYONSWhen I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.
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 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 am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.
NICOLE LYONSAnd that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
NICOLE LYONSI promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
NICOLE LYONSHe was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
NICOLE LYONSI like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
NICOLE LYONSShe is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
NICOLE LYONSEvery now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
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 LYONSAnd now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
NICOLE LYONSI write because suicide is no longer an option.
NICOLE LYONS