" I’m not a broken vase for you to glue back together and fill with flowers, she said. I don’t want your love. Don’t rescue me. And he replied, I don’t love you. I was only going to call the ambulance. "

" I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me. "

" Do not ignore it.
Fuck it.
Cry your heart out.
Then fuck it some more. "