“You cannot become unbreakable if you have never been broken.”

If I’m honest I will never love anyone the way that I love you.

Whatever makes you feel the sun from the inside out chase that.

I can’t wipe the missing you from my eyes.

I have no purpose. I’m just light and art and love.

I guess it’s true, goodbyes aren’t just endings but beginnings too.

How is it in my sleep I still miss you.

Sometimes the light gets in and I’m more than this skin.

It will only get heavier the longer you carry it.

Soft hearts bleed kindness, like broken hearts bleed love.

With you in my arms I forget the pain in my heart.

I will wait for you like a star until I burn out too.

Let love be the reason you do the things that you do.

With change comes the chance to fall in love with yourself again.

You are summer to my winter heart.

But water doesn’t mix with fire and I am both.

It’s heavy isn’t it but you are stronger for it.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

One thing about prejudices — once you break one of them, you’re screwed, because then they all have got to go.

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

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there’s no point.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

One word could destroy me and all I need to do is hear your name.