5 Quotes by Cynthia Cisneros

You have no reason to have depression haunting you. These words are so shapeless. So tasteless. If they were true then, why do I feel like this?

I resemble a murder scene.It’s my heart smeared on me.

Darling,who made you believestumbling down the aislewas like marching to your deathon bloodstained knees?How did it ever come to this?You,thinking love to be a monstersent to torch your lungsand make the atlas in your bloodcollapse future lineagesbecause you’re afraid.

It’s all about the word-culture, babeand street literatureand the good kind, too.None of that wishy-washy shit either.

You would stealtheir heartswith chopsticks.Suck the drip of sinfrom their bones.Scatter rose petalsin their bloodand make themfucking drinkable.