Best 8 quotes of Trista Mateer on MyQuotes

every dream I have about kissing you ends with blood on my hands.

I hope one day somebody loves you so much that they see violets in the bags under your eyes, sunsets in the downward arch of your lips that they recognize you as something green, something fresh and still growing even if sometimes you are growing sideways that they do not waste their time trying to fix you.

I still have a lot of growing to do and I know there is more room for it in your absence.

I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.

so the poem hurt you. it was supposed to.

The poet lusts after emotionally unavailable people because she doesn't have to worry about commitment. The poet desperately wants commitment.

Walking away from you feels like not taking care of myself.

You are not defined by the people you walk away from, and you are not defined by the people who walk away from you.