14 Quotes by Maria Elena

You are the illness I will never cure. You are the poem I will never write. You are the thought I will never finish. You are the text I will never read.

I sleep and sleep and sleep, yet I still have an unquenchable thirst for it.

I live in a shell, so I can’t blame people when they don’t want to crack me. But people like you are the reason I left the nest.

I miss the thrill of your self-destructive heart that melts in the sun like chocolate, bittersweet and incandescent.

If you think my waistline defines my worth, you are not worth my time anyways.