The Princess Saves Herself in this One (Women Are Some Kind of Magic, #1)

by Amanda Lovelace

that is what abuse is: knowing you are going to get salt but still hoping for sugar for nineteen years.

you may be gone, but i still have a stomachache.

when you’re taught to see the world through fire, nothing looks safe.

keep pressing ignore, lovely.

how can someone be too young to be in love when we were crafted from ocean waves & starlight?

you were in love with the idea of love, not me.

in all my dreams i could find myself picking my teeth out of the carpet. - what does the dream dictionary say?

everyone i love leaves.

the pain did not make me a better person. it did not teach me not to take anything for granted. it did not teach me anything except how to be afraid to love anyone.

maybe i find it so hard to believe in heaven because i don’t know if there will be poetry there. - legitimate concerns of a mortal.

i had a big smile on my face as i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair. - does the smoke still choke you?

i am caught between mourning you & thinking your death saved me.

but friends don’t just let friends turn into sleepy dragons, not when the claw marks were as fresh as mine were.

i wonder how many times you touched her & had to pretend it was me. - does it still sting?

his talent: he never once had to use his hands to touch each & every part of me.

somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet.

i need all of it. - you’re the real poem, darling.

when i see your light pieces with my dark pieces, i begin to understand why they say opposites attract. - chiaroscuro.

all the clichés were written with us in mind.

he did not teach me how to love myself, but he was the bridge that helped me get here. - i thank the universe every day for you.

i’m pretty sure you have s t a r d u s t running through those v e i n s.