“Look into my eyes and tell me I a matter. Then in my eyes see how it’s always been you who matters.”

The purest of hearts go through the deepest of pain.

Kiss his wounds and tell him its okay to cry, humans have emotions and they bleed sometimes.

And if they ask you about my love, tell them of all the times you broke my heart and how i still loved you the same.

I honor pain, for it is because of pain my touch has become tender, my words kinder and my heart humbler.

Fault was neither yours nor mine, its just that it wasn’t the right time.

My heart will always be more yours than it will ever be mine.

I’m just as broken as i seem not to be.

I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.

You said i was your forever, so where are you now my lover?

Ripped in pieces soaked in love, unheard battles all won, I’m proud of you heart of what you’ve become.

Love is only pain in disguise.

Breathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!

If you knew the way you made my heart break and eyes tear, you would curse your existence .

I wonder how many heartaches must i conquer, to finally find a love that stays?

I am fire, carrying the potential to burn whole forests down, and only because it feels inconvenient i will not settle for a flame.

Don’t look at her kind eyes and mistake it for kindness, you are yet unaware about the audacity in her bones and strength in her veins.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

The self-assured believer is a greater sinner in the eyes of God than the troubled disbeliever.

Your eyes tell a story and I long to complete it.

When I turn my mind’s eye upon myself, I understand that I am a thing which is incomplete and dependent on another and which aspires without limit to ever greater and better things…

If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible.

I want those forehead to forehead moments with eyes closed deeply. So deeply that the world disappears and every scent of you leaves an imprint on my mind.

In public affairs men are often better pleased that the truth, though known to everybody, should be wrapped up under a decent cover than if it were exposed in open daylight to the eyes of all the world.