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

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have to convince half the world’s population that my body is not their bed.

Sometimes I stop myself from saying the words out loud as if leaving my mouth too often might wear them down.

We began with honesty let us end in it too.

If I’m not the love of your life I’ll be your greatest loss instead.

I am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut.

Other women’s bodies are not our battle grounds.

I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself.

Let it go, let it leave, let it happen. Nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you anyway.

I spent the entire night casting spells to bring you back.

Kiss me like I am the center point of gravity and you are falling into me like my soul is the focal point of yours.

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

When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough, the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.

The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.

Isn’t it such a tragic thing, when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t?

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.