“We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.”

Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.

True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.

If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.

It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.

She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.

There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.

He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.

I’m wrong but I’m real.

Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.

She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.

There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.

Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.

Failures often become art. And art can never fail.

Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.

Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.

Always falling but not for anything.

I went through the journey of my self love made me the beautiful black and natural woman I am today.

There’s nothing more beautiful than a smile that has struggled through tears.

The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.

You have to allow the paint to break to make it beautiful.

It’s the imperfections that make something beautiful, that’s what makes it different and unique from everything else.

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.

I think beautiful is like looking like you take care of yourself.

People get so mad when they see u happy. Just laugh & keep it pushin. Life is beautiful.