She wore her pain like lingerie, only who loved her enough, got to see it.

There's always a glamour of pain even in pleasure.

My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.

Sometimes not looking for something is the best way to look for it

People are gonna leave anyway, because those who stay are not people, they are family.

I quickly scoop up the rest of my personal life on display on the sidewalk and I'm relieved that I had removed the flavored condoms that Regina had shoved into my purse before I left yesterday. Bacon Flavor. What woman wants to taste meat while, you know, tasting meat?