Nivedita Roy

“Will you hold me Nick
And fulfill this craving,
Touch my waist,
And trace in Italics?
And kiss my lips,
For they are laced
With a veiled wish.
Hold aloft my chin,
Like you want to win
Me, and on my skin,
Tell me can you sniff
A submission to sin?
Look into my eyes
Dearest, can you read
My peering soul script?
Because it says honey,
That you are my beginning
And the endings of my end.”
― Nivedita Roy, Dear Nick

“There were times she longed to be different, but she guessed everyone felt that way at one time or another, and so in wanting to be different, everyone was the same.”
― Cristina Henríquez, The Great Divide

“I worshipped the myth I made of you, but I'm off my knees / now.”
― Traci Brimhall

“Your soul is oftimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgement wage war against your passion and your appetite.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet