I Can Be a Better You

by Tarryn Fisher

There were three things that drew women into a hungry-eyed cluster: liquor, men, and gossip. Gossip was the strongest draw, but put all three together and you

When you live in your own head all the time, things contort. You have to voice your thoughts so you can know you’re not the only one who’s fucked up. It makes a big difference to know that.”

A woman’s heart was an awful curse. She’d take him back, but probably remind him of his failure for the rest of his life. That was the nature of forgiveness. It came with a price.

We were products of our earliest experiences, replicating the ways we were taught to love, and fuck, and interact with humanity. Some of us broke free of our pasts; some of us weren’t that clever.

I wondered if someone who had fire in their soul would have smoke coming out of their mouth.

I was selfish that way, wanting people to bend and give me the love I needed, not necessarily the love they knew how to give.

I can make you a part of something great and beautiful and still portray you as the ugly thing you are.