“He offered her power, money, status... a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“…so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“The world I held so closely, she played me like a game, I released and left her laughing to stand on my… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“And I don’t even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“You’ve no idea the restraint I’ve created. A word, which in a past life, never held special meaning for me, flows now… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly. I’m the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She had missed him so long now, that the feeling had become a part of her. As each day passed, the missing… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“I’m mistaken…. for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life. She's a player, a heartbreaker, and now she breaks alone.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He’s an indulgent sort of man…… With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“You cannot mistake this You cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this love It is so much more” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes,… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He offered her power, money, status... a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“…so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“And why is it that time speeds and slows depending on your attendance? I’d like a steady clock, a reliable clock, isolated from the… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb.… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Our tongues can’t compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
