“I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident— before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying. -Cycle of Abuse” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“You wonder why I don’t answer your 3 a.m. phone calls. When you say “I miss you”, I begin to undress myself out of… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“Your body is not a temple. Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the… — SIERRA DEMULDER Copy Share Image
“My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you. -Love, Forgive Me” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share
“Change, it moves like a bullet and you already pulled the trigger.” — Sierra DeMulder Copy Share Image
“I have calculated the total number of hours we spend sleeping beside each other in a week and I wanted to tell you it could be considered a full-time job. We could be eligible for healthcare benefits, could probably even pay for a mortgage by now. I remind myself of this, in daylight, when I miss you and cannot reach… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share
“Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“When he sleeps, the snoring does not bother me: the rhythmic growl, gravel shoved across the sidewalk of his throat. It is the grasping,… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident— before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying. -Cycle… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.” — Sierra DeMulder Copy Share Image
“You are a souvenir shop, where he goes to remember how much people miss him when he is gone.” — SIERRA DEMULDER Copy Share Image
“I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident — before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying.” — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
“When I feel myself falling out of love with you, I turn the record of your laughter over, reposition the needle. I dust the… — Sierra Demulder Copy Share Image
