Dating someone who gives you everything you need is frightening because what happens when they leave and you don’t have something?

We do things because we want it, not because they’re good for us.

I’ve been alone in my mind for so long that this void doesn’t frighten me.

Playing victim to situations you can walk away from is disrespectful to people who face positions where they can’t.

I don’t write poetry. I reiterate conversations.

It was more than disappointment, but I gained from it. I learned from it. I leaned into it to step out of it. You learn from different perspectives and to be given the chance to grasp them is beautiful.

I don’t face sadness when friends leave because friends always come back. Yet when lovers leave, it’s like death. You’ll never see them again.

I found you in our truth. Running sideways for a broken muse who loved strangers as much as alcohol.

I write the right. I do the left.