61 Quotes by Ezinne Orjiako

Chinazo had spent another night trying to eat her way out of this sinking placeeverything dissolved into a depression she had yet to understand as a sickness not a sadness. Depression her mother had understood as the devil not a sadness.

The man that abused you was hardly kind but he was familiar.Dark or dim, you could find him in a crowded room. And he walks freely. Has friends, a job, even a new lover. But there is this cage in his mind.A trap that follows him around. He is his own enemy.

It feels like a sort of self betrayalYour abuser makes you laugh in public; yet treats you like a wet napkin in private.To them you are only useful until your are disposable again.So you join in the laughter.Silence the ten angry women inside of you.Hoping that maybe, next time it is youand the abuser alone things could be a little bit different.But them or things; they never change.And you; you always stay.You always hope.You always laugh.It feels like a sort of self betrayal

The heart betrays the mind by thinking for itself.

There is the discomfort of newness and the discomfort of staying the same.

Pain is necessary for growth.

These tragedies they write themselves.I always care that you don’t.You only care once I’m done.

You describe her as an Eden. This rare, unknowable place. Distant.And you tell me to wear her skin but I refuse.I shift in my seat. Distant.What is it about the men that go looking for old lovers in new women. And why is it that they always want you to touch them like she touched them. Wear her head like a show piece. Use her words as lipstick.

Perhaps not knowing is a good thing. When all is uncertain, everything becomes possible.