“If you tried and didn’t end up where you wanted to go that’s still progress.”

On the first day of love, you wrapped me in the word special.

I was music but you had your ears cut off.

Every revolution starts and ends with his lips.

It must hurt to know I am your most beautiful regret.

My heart aches for sisters more than anything it aches for women helping women like flowers ache for spring.

That is the thing about selfish people. They gamble entire beings. Entire souls to please their own.

You’ve touched me without even touching me.

I am losing parts of you like I lose eyelashes unknowingly and everywhere.

This morning I told the flowers what I’d do for you and they blossomed.

My heart is beating, and I’m breathing, and nothing anybody has ever done has changed that.

You cannot leave and have me too I cannot exist in two places at once-when you ask if we can still be friends.

You were not wrong for leaving you were wrong for coming back and thinking you could have me when it was convenient and leave when it was not.

Even if this is a mistake. It could only be right to be this wrong with you.

Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.

You look at me and cry everything hurts. I hold you and whisper but everything can heal.

The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it – there is nothing purer than that.