Love is not popular. Not noble. . . not love, no reward. Trust love. Is not love. Trust yourself.

Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back.

When I wake, a piece of sharp green glass on the floor is cutting into my hand and I know it's a sign. I etch a letter on my hand put it on top so I can see the jagged edges bleeding out S. S is for sorrow, for all I don't say. S is for sick now, my punishing ways.