“How, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.”

Her eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.

In a sea of kindness she finds herself sharing waters.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Its about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.

I left nothing but love – behind.

Lets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.

These nights in armor only wear us – down.

For the souls who slightly push our universes towards a new perspective. – Gratitude.

How the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

Like all great stories it started with a kiss and ended with a long and slow goodbye that went silent – in the end.

What ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

As long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

I just want to say I’ve been lucky enough to travel all over the world and every time I come back to Manchester I’m addicted to this place.

I’m addicted to perfection. Problem with my life is I was always also addicted to chaos. Perfect chaos.

I call myself an addicted organizer.

I smoke weed.It’s not an addiction. It’s something I wanna do. It’s not smart though. It’s not good for my body but I’m doing it. I’m not telling people to do it.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.

Since Satan can’t destroy the gospel, he has too often neutralized its usefulness by addition, subtraction or substitution.

If you look at people out on the street, if you look at people at restaurants, nobody’s having conversations anymore. They’re sitting at dinner looking at their phone, because their brain is so addicted to it.