“How is it in my sleep I still miss you.”

I owe fate a thank you for giving me you.

There is so much strength in being fragile.

She feels invisible but she doesn’t know her light is binding.

Light can always be found in love.

I have never held onto anything as tight as I have you.

She often felt alone but her solitude was the reason she had grown.

Your soft heart is a blessing not a curse.

This life is a gift and we live it with regret.

How beautiful you bloom when you nurture your roots.

I write poetry hoping that one day I fall in love with the poet.

Sometimes you meet the right one at exactly the wrong time.

I just want to crawl inside you and fall asleep.

Wanting you is killing me.

It’s the hearts that bleed that change the world most.

Your heart will always be the sun that I’m looking for.

Self Love is picking yourself up again after you have fallen.

In between the voices in my head, i found your voice soothing.

The only thing that changed about you is me.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

I wish to meet you when you madly dance in the rain, sipping on whiskey, feeling every drop touching your beautiful face.

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.

I could spend my whole day with you & still miss you the moment you leave.

I smile – even on my darkest days for you once said it melts your heart.