You keep fucking looking at me as if I haven't just swallowed your lust, as if the puddles of your pride hadn't slipped from my lips and dribbled down my chin. You keep fucking looking at me as if the taste of you didn't just try to burn a hole through my sternum and pool … Continue reading Looking at me
I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017
I feel what you feel, and I know what you know, and in another time or another place, on every other plane of existence, I would run anywhere with you.
There are lost souls wandering, stealing breath to be the ones, who breathe it back in. And sometimes, I find myself walking among them. © Nicole Lyons 2017
I wear you, still. Your scent covers me like dirty clothes I can't wait to peel off, and kick to the floor. © Nicole Lyons 2016
She will rise. With a spine of steel, and a roar like thunder, she will rise. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I see how your smile never quite reaches the sadness that swims in your eyes. And I can't help but wonder at the stunning beauty in your sorrow and the untold strength of your spirit, and how it is always the most precious souls who cloak their melancholy in courage. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I want to live a good life and in the end I want to die a good death. But somewhere in the middle of all of that I keep thinking that if we don't love enough, if we don't lift others up instead of pushing them down, then it's all just for nothing. © … Continue reading That Good Life – 3am Thoughts
We spend our time swaddled in self-righteousness, being outraged at the outrage of others, laying blame at the feet of everyone but ourselves. Aren’t you tired of casting stones, or just afraid that if you stop, you may have to catch a few?