it tooklosing himto finally findmyself.It tooklosing hima second timeto be sureof myself.thatwas myfirst actofself-love.

i’m not scaredof the monstershidden underneathmy bed.i’m much more scaredof the boyswith messy brown hair,sleepy eyes,& mouthsthat only knowhow to formhalf-truths.

My boy?he is evenbetter than books.-fiction has nothing on you.

ilet myselfknowthat my lifedoesn'thave to be overjust becausetheirs are& i wentahead& paintedthe sunback into my sky.I am allowed to live my life.

I have so much love to give, but no one ever wants it.

if he wasmy cup of tea,then you aremy cup ofcoffee. tea simplyisn’tenoughfor mesometimes, butcoffeecan get methroughanything. - did i make you up?

whenhe left,he packed upall my poetry&took itwith him.

here is nothing unfeminist about the girl who chooses the ball gown & the prince. there is everything unfeminist about those who try to shame her for her choices.

Let it guide you into a grand love affair with yourself. Until the love becomes so second nature you need it no more.