Lee Wallen

“Along my lips my blood does weep
as I mourn the love that kissed me deep,
’twas not enough to make my heart melt—
he has to use it to gloss his lips like diamonds,
diamonds they were when they kissed mine
wounding lacerations and slices the like.
But I don’t shine; I don’t speak
and see this heart? It no longer beats.”
― Ruth Boukhari, Forlorn

“Every dollar spent on luxury is a dollar of disparity.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

“You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar; starved for love.”
― -Ayushee Ghoshal, 4 AM Conversations with the Ghosts of Old Lovers

“My never-ending pursuit of pain-avoidance
ultimately leads
to replacing one hurt with another.
Unruly pleasure
leads to bitter rage.
And these lessons I cannot learn
from beloveds who become
so cavalier.”
― Ruth Boukhari, Forlorn