“You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.”

I take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.

Can we be easy on ourselves for once?

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

You always told me that I was the child with one foot out the door. But, did you ever consider that it was for my own safety?

Stare hard at the hurt. Ask why it stings. Dig into the root and rip it out. It doesn’t have to stay there just because it grew there.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

Love does not equate staying quiet. Sometimes it has to be outspoken, always loud, and forever on fire.

I must be worth something if my heart thinks so.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

Maybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.

Write me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.

I have worn lies like a poem in disguise I have fallen stars embedded in my eyes, a hope that you upon wish when you look into those them but instead they die the burden when you deny. -Betrayal.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.