“Losing you meant meeting myself again.”

To truly taste the sweetness of the fruit, you must love the dirt it grows from.

You’ve got the kind of soul that leaves my heart open overflowing with the light you bring.

The things people try to destroy in you, are a reflection of the things they lack within themselves.

Your magic is too golden, too sky-opening, too hearts-bursting to be buried quietly away.

You are made from the dust of the star’s magic being birthed from every step you take.

Being afraid to love won’t keep you from getting hurt; it will keep you from yourself.

Alchemize what tries to poison you, into what inevitably heals you.

The moment only lasts as long as you don’t cling to it.

I am tired of not writing to you about how powerful it is, when you don’t need to feel beautiful to know that you are.

Your power exists within the pain you were asked to face.

You don’t want an apology, you want relief from the pain they caused you – so be the relief they never could be.

Your greatest self lies within the hands of your inner child- the you who used to chase their shadows instead run from them.

I hope you give freely to yourself all the love, that the world told you, you have to fight for.

The magic that lives in being loved for who you are in the shadows, not just for how you appear in the light.

An angel cannot be blind to the fire below – lest she risk becoming it.

Trying to reason with the poem is precisely how you lose it.

You drifted away and I stood there wondering, would the sea ever return you back to me, or was our love lost forever.

You’ll win some, but you’ll lose me.

We don’t get to choose how we break but we get to choose how we rebuild.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

And all the sorries I imagined you would say was just apologies that never came.

In all the ways I have grown I wish I didn’t grow away from you.

I admire the ones that can love despite being broken over and over again.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.