“How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.”

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.

Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.

If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.

I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

I pray you to find a heart that would be way too big to love in any shallow way.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

I have heard a lot about love but I’m still learning to spell it, a bit by bit every day by getting, to know you better. -The Loving.

It does not matter how much water your glass contains; never pour your water out, if it means sacrificing a refill.

There is no sunrise as beautiful as the one where you realize you are worth a million suns.

You don’t need to be loved by everyone, relax.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

Learning to save some love for yourself has to start somewhere. What better time than now?