I do have friends, but they don't know me, only someone I've created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.

I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?

Perfection I've lived with the pretense of perfection for seventeen years. Give my room a cursory inspection, you'd think I have OCD. But it's only habit and not obsession that keeps it all orderly. Of course, I don't want to give the impression that it's all up to me.

You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

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

Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time