Real love shouldn't be disposable.

he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.

You can have your pick of pretty women. Why me? You're like the ocean, Pattyn. Pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, you'll find beauty most people never see. Lucky me. I fell in, headfirst.

And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.