“You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.”

Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.

I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.

I write because suicide is no longer an option.

Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.

On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.

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

He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.

Some souls were never meant to be content.

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.

You haven’t broken me, You’ve only cracked open my out shell and I thank you for releasing the warrior from within.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

The only way I’ll ever choose to taste sweet love again, Is if he tells me, he loves my mind, and the way I use my pen.

I am his, as he is mine. That is truth. And it is unbreakable.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

If it comes, let it. If it goes, let it.

Learn to love the sound of your feet walking away from people not meant for you.