Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.

I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

But who prays for Satan? Who has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

She stuck a bookmark
in my heart
and walked away.

When we really see other people as they are without taking it personally, we can never be hurt by what they say or do. Even if others lie to you, it is okay. They are lying to you because they are afraid. They are afraid you will discover that they are not perfect. It is painful to take that social mask off.