Not wanting to be alone is not the same as wanting to fall in love.
Did I leave all my words on paper? Or have you just left me speechless?
It’s a paradox: Heartbreaking loneliness with a fear of true love.
I’m always surprised at my face after crying. Almost beautiful.
You belittle me so you feel like you relate. Don’t think I don’t know.
I’ve been applauding myself as long as you’ve been ignoring me.
She didn’t intend to reach anyone’s heart while revealing her own.
So sick of myself and this thing called “be patient.” I just want better.
I keep on writing hoping our love stories will leave my heart for good.
Uneven cement and a dark alley: that night I tripped and found you.