Destructive Poetry

“This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.”

“There’s something inside of me that hurts. Oh, how it hurts and how it screams for help. But tears aren’t there in the machine that is me. I’m an object without a destiny. I’m an object in whose hands? such is my human destiny. What saves me is the scream.”

“May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.”

“I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away.”

“For some moments in life there are simply no words to describe the pain within us.”

“People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering…”

“i’m going to dream about another city inside us where our past blows between buildings in scraps of old newspaper and we jump from rooftop to rooftop like clouds pretending that anything could get in our way. you’re going to love yourself and i’m going to love myself and we will be the endlessness of two mirrors facing one another.”

“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”