“But hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.”

I believe we all deserve good endings. We were kind people before this world turned us cruel.

They said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

I’ve been so hurt. Just love me enough that my heart heals and all my scars worship your name.

Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.

I want to write happy poems on new years. But grief doesn’t have timelines, and it refuses to let go of me.

Without this sadness I wouldn’t even know who I am.

You seem like such a long ago; but you were supposed to be my forever?

I don’t say I know what love is. But whatever it is, you are its every shade.

All the dreams you planted in my eyes, will someday haunt you alive.

Death I believe has many forms. It is a shapeshifter. But amongst all the forms it has, love is my favorite.

Time heals but only when nourished with love. The only possible cure for heart break is to love again.

You don’t have to try to fix anyone. You just have to love them.

Most times there is more pain than love in my heart. Sometimes, I hope just sometimes; I find moments that fill my heart with more love than pain.

Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.

I would steal the sun, if that is what it took to bring the light back into your eyes.

Leave me alone in the rain. Let me feel the pain.

I am an arrow – Put me in your bow and let fly. Let this story go by in the blink of an eye.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

Mistakes were made. Mine was, believing that you loved me & yours, well you know what you did.

I moved on but love never felt the same.

It’s a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.

You don’t deserve to be in pain due to someone else’s actions.