I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
T.L. MARTINI part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
T.L. MARTINI might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
T.L. MARTINLet your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.
T.L. MARTINThe woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
T.L. MARTINReally see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.
T.L. MARTINYou understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.
T.L. MARTINA mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.
T.L. MARTINI don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
T.L. MARTINDo not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.
T.L. MARTINYou will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong – I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.
T.L. MARTINMadness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
T.L. MARTINI never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
T.L. MARTINI felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.
T.L. MARTINBefore I found an outlet through sex and blood.
T.L. MARTINCome to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
T.L. MARTINI never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.
T.L. MARTIN