“When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.”

Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

Slowly but surely forever is becoming my favorite lie.

You’re gone and I don’t know how you breathe without you I don’t know if I even want to anymore.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

A part of me will always belong to you.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

And I ask myself, How can you love a broken girl?