I lived each day stitching together the puzzle of my life, never realizing that the missing piece was at the tip of a pen all this while. ~N.V.

I don’t know when you started looking less like a friend, and more like my next mistake. ~N.V.

I’m met with a crossroad, asking me to take the trail I’ve never walked. But if I wind my way down the unknown, will I lose my way or find my path? ~N.V.

Through it all I look back at the memories of you, baffled at the realization that it’s the people who teach you how to love that keep you from loving again. ~N.V.

It’s a funny feeling being on the road to somewhere, knowing that at the end of it all, I’ll always belong nowhere. ~N.V.

I always rolled my eyes at the people who told me that everything I never knew I wanted lay on the other side of the prison of comfort. And just as I was about to throw away the key, I saw you lurking just beyond the prism created by the scars of my past. ~N.V.

Sometimes, if you listen carefully to clinking glasses, you’ll hear the quiet sounds of heartbreak. ~N.V.

You ask me what was left behind by the pounding fingers of ex lovers. I look at you with the smirk of a woman who knows her own power and give you the only answer I know I have, “ My scars disguised as weapons.” ~N.V.

I look at the open road and see all the things I never knew I wanted. ~N.V.

For all the days you spent slowly clipping my wings with the force of your words, you never realized that I was born to run anyway. ~N.V.

The fire in my eyes is the combination of a reckless heart and untamed desires. ~N.V.

You told me that of all the things that would hurt the least, the truth was the biggest. But when you walked away exclaiming I was too much to love, I realized that you lied. ~N.V.

You tell me that your heart has been broken too many times to be able to love again. But darling, what if I told you that now, there were more pieces of you to love instead? ~N.V.

“Try walking a mile in my shoes!” I exclaim with an angry shake of my head. You smile and tell me softly, “I’d rather walk next to you instead.” ~N.V.

You left me with a warning to look out for the lovers who only whisper sweet nothings. But little do you know that in the wake of your lingering hands, something became better than nothing. ~N.V.

Whoever said that Rome wasn’t built in a day never saw the castle I created when we locked eyes for the first time. ~N.V.

I spent too many nights letting the ink of my pen run dry with my dreams of your lips on my hips to let us be anything less than more than friends. ~N.V.

As I watch you sit across from me with your fingers lingering down my leg, I wonder when this spark became a flame. ~N.V.

There’s an odd, almost-peaceful silence at that fateful point between a dead end and a closed door. ~N.V.

I spend my days chasing lovers whose eyes flicker like wildfires, whose fingers beat against my skin with the electricity of a live wire, knowing fully well that when dawn breaks, I’ll open my eyes only to realize that yet again, I became a willing victim of my desires. ~N.V.