“How was I supposed to know that slamming doors was saying goodbye you did it all the time and he still let you home how was I to know that your love was not a map to follow” — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“You do not get to pick and choose the parts of me that you love as if you're picking petals from a flower love me love me not love this not that throwing the down on the grass while I'm… — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“How was I supposed to know that slamming doors was saying goodbye you did it all the time and he still let you home… — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“You do not get to pick and choose the parts of me that you love as if you're picking petals from a flower love… — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“End of summer comes falling like a waterfall of midnight stars and I'm crawling out of this nymphal skeleton leaving you like cicada do” — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
“I go through my days quietly trying not to make waves but one whisper creates ripples in the sleeping sea don't make a sound… — Alisha Christensen Copy Share Image
