“Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.”

The lover only gets what is offered not a shred more.

Bees and butterflies in my belly with you on my mind they chase each other around.

We all deserve someone who gives a damn.

You put love in my eyes.

Don’t you dare take what I’m giving away more than willingly, for granted.

Why are you ignoring my heart so aggressively?

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

I’ll just be my own world.

No waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.

Don’t just scratch my surface make my entire soul purr.

From opal mornings to indigo nights I think about you, all the time.

I want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.

Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.

How does it feel to have everything and still suffer from the lack of it? I have all the love in me, but without yours it means nothing at all.

They say body is nothing but the dress for the soul. So does this mean all my pain and all my tragedies are now tattoos on my soul?

The only alternative to coexistence is codestruction.

If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation.

Truth is the most precious thing. That’s why we should ration it.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.