“If there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.”

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.

I imagine myself cold as ice falling into your open arms. Everyone says it’s beautiful where I am but I’d rather be where you are.

I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.

Play me a symphony of love with your tongue. It doesn’t have to be romantic.

I watch in silence as day turns to dusk as our love turns to dust.

Desperate for answers, I go searching in the stars. I ask them: on a scale of one to catastrophe, how beautiful would they say we are?

I used every color on my palette to bring you back to life. Now you paint the most beautiful rainbows in someone else’s skies.

Your lips land on mine like a delicate prayer but I can still taste my mistakes years later.

I am still learning to love all the parts of me you kept hidden.

Static heart. Work of heart. Purify me with a dirty tongue.

Understand my soul – it’s the only love language I care for you to know.

I set sail eagerly and hungrily on the sea of love, to which there is no end in sight – only bright beginnings.

You are a waterfall of a woman. It’s no wonder why you’re always ready to spill.

He looks at me as if I’m the flame and he’s the sea; he’d turn his tide for a chance to burn with me.

Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear.

You have to have hope. You have to be optimistic in order to continue to move forward.

When you’re in your darkest place, you give yourself hope and that’s inner strength.

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

I just hope I don’t become so blissful I become boring. I think I’ll always be neurotic enough to do something weird.

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

I have at least, as I hope, done good service in aiding to overthrow the dogma of separate creations.