Sparks of memories, letters to lost lovers and reflections on the vast landscape of the human heart.
You need thicker skin, they say.
But, maybe I don’t want a guard rail to protect myself from the hurricane of what the heart wants.
My lips meet yours and I’m instantly intoxicated by your tenderness x
The ones that hear you, are the ones that long to know the real you.
Hold them tight.
Lady,
The hustle looks good on you.
If you consider danger locked in depths…
Then, yes, I am a dangerous woman.
Love is not only for lovers.
Loss is not only for lovers.
Regret is not reserved for only failed romances.
I don’t hate you
I loved you.
That’s the memory that rips my heart
open at 2am.
Memories are heroin for the heart.
Damn it’s hard getting words to be faithful to feelings.
We have become so used to holding on, we have forgotten how good it feels to let go.
Please don’t play me like you play your guitar, promise me?
If you love me harder and love me more, it still won’t be enough to make up for the love I’m lacking for myself.
We would spend hours lost at dusk and dawn..