Make love like you have no secrets like you've never been left never been hurt like the world don't owe you a single wretched thing.

I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

I belong deeply to myself.

With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even 'hello' sounds like 'come here'.

And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.