“My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.”

I cannot rid you from myself light moves through the hole in my heart and oh it casts your shadow.

If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?

I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.

You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.

Don’t become the thing that hurt you.

I need you to need me like water and not just in moments of thirst.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if i must die today may it be for myself.

Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

I’ve never abandoned the novel.

Once you start a working on something, don’t be afraid of failure and don’t abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest.

The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.

With the ambitious, the failure of one expedient is the suggestion of another; but with the irresolute, defeat usually occasions abandonment of purpose.

On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.

Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring… ‘How to Build a Boat.’

Race hate isn’t human nature; race hate is the abandonment of human nature.