“The cold consumes me. The oceans in my eyes freeze. It’s 2 AM and I can’t move. Your loss is too much to bear.”

For without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?

If your eyes could speak what stories would it tell? Would it even be able to speak or would it end up choking on all the water?

This ocean of love swallowed my paper heart whole.

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

Is the love you are getting, also the one you deserve?

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

You are magic wrapped in pain.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

In a world where everyone wants you to be a damsel in distress, be a raging goddess.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

A woman of generous character will sacrifice her life a thousand times over for her lover, but will break with him for ever over a question of pride.

Documentaries are a powerful and effective way of bridging the gap between worlds, breaking through to new audiences that wouldn’t otherwise be engaged – in essence, not preaching to the choir.

Did you miss me enough to drink or did you drink enough to miss me?

My first job as a kid was going from door to door selling Christmas cards, to raise money for my grandmother’s hip replacement. Because, you know… You break it, you buy it.

All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can’t be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot.

I was perfect until I broke.

The number of elements that have to go into a hit would break a computer down. the right season for that play, the right historical moment, the right tonality.

Ain’t no point in stopping or slowing down. Ain’t like no ‘A’ight, I’m done with this, now take a break,’ you just keep going.