November’s Reviews > Collective Voices of the Tight Lipped > Status Update

"Leaving evoked more emotion... More letters, more crying, more feelings, more love than staying ever did."

"For all the things I’ve done for you and continue to for you, you may never be able to pay me back. But you pay me in kisses, hugs, smiles, and laughter I never asked you for. And for that I am eternally grateful."

"I am not afraid of being alone. I am afraid of confined lines and tight spaces. No growth and love that inspires no change within. I am scared of being stifled, I am scared of being stomped out. I am scared of following traditions only to hit decades in, and realize there was not much of a point to them."

"Out of sight out of mind for you while distance just made my heart grow fonder for you."

"you are silent when I need you to scream for me."

"I inhaled deeply as your new girlfriend walked passed me... She did not smell like you... When we loved each other, I used to reek of you."

"You deserve Hot chocolate, And foot rubs, And a choice of Which nail polish Out of your favorite Essie fall brands. And you deserve To vent, And scream And cry about… That one girl at work. Or that one kid at work, Or that one doctor, That one teacher, That one person... That makes you too sad Or too upset. And you deserve to let it All out."

"Talking with you was different than seeing you. And seeing you couldn't compare to smelling you. You left an intoxicating scent on the neck of my shirt. Whenever I felt a breeze hit my right shoulder I inhaled and was wasted off you. Tasting you could not compare to touching you. In fact, they are brothers both competing for God's satisfaction."

"... I am a hoarder—a collector of people. Because I fear being alone, and at least this way, I can fill myself with the parts of them no one else saw beautiful enough to keep. And maybe, someday, somehow, they will make me whole again."

"I suppose, I am a collector of people. A hoarder of spirits, of pain, of anguish, anxiety, depression, of anything that anyone has ever shared with me. Every story, every heartbreak, every tear, or cut, or cry—everything stays with me."