"I play chase with boys with wolves’ fangs.
There is a scar on my back
marking each time they have won.
I gingerly pull lingerie over the lashings and
bat my spider lashes at barroom floors
to avoid making eye contact with anyone.
I kiss on cracked tile floors and taste nothing but rust.
And yet I keep doing it.
I keep prettying myself on Friday nights
so I’ll be looked at.
I am a stuffed doll with cotton insides.
I beg you to invite me over, but
run when I’m asked to stay the night.
I am terrified that you will see the caution tape
inside of me if you stare for too long.
I’m good at goodbyes. I’m trained in them.
I have no idea what to do if you choose to stay."
"Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay."
"I cannot fathom the nights I have spent exhausting words for apologies I never owed and you never deserved."
"People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."