“Its okay if all you did this year was survive.”

Love is more thicker than forget.

Of all the things I had to endure, you were my favorite obstacle.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

Nothing worth keeping has ever wanted me back.

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

I pride myself on my words but honey, you leave me speechless.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

You see the sky in blue I see the sky in fifty shades of you.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.