I spent all Sunday morning Shredding Polaroids from Last night, almost wanting To save some.
Your life is a treasure if you learn to take care of it. Choosing yourself is not an option, it is a priority. I finally choose myself over anything.
Sometimes, we ought to be grateful for our losses. Losing someone is a defeat, but having known someone and having able to spend time with that person is a victory in surrender
Before the day ends, I bow my head down and close my eyes. Talking to the highest, king of kings, messiah or whatsoever. Whispering and say Thank You, Lord
The dam crumbling, Still you continue, Every syllable a contradiction To what I view, Damn it, listen.
Hating that I let myself be used, But I thought you were my life’s muse, I’ll just have to forgive myself.
Don’t be mistaken, I am losing patience, I want resolution, Your distance is contagious.
Every saint I’ve ever met was steeped in sins of past regret
I'm not sorry that I'm not sexually experienced, I made this choice to wait and I'm happy with that. I'm sorry that you believe for you to have a relationship with a woman she needs to be sexually experienced.
The blood, though, it was bright, sanguine, oxygenated, oozing from ruptures in the hands and feet, from a forehead scratched, a back scoured, a side rent. Strange, I hadn’t noticed it on the way in. I guess my mind was elsewhere.