“Someday it will be as simple as looking happiness in the eye and sighing “there you are.””

Sometimes strangers feel like home too.

We’ve never understood the hate you fear in us. Our love makes protests feel like celebrations.

Let’s close our eyes and chase the dreams the world insists are out of reach.

You’re an artist. Beauty grows in you.

Who will we be when we have healed?

In seeing wounds heal, I saw a body that loved itself enough to not let it hurt forever. And I learned. – my body knew self love before I did.

There are too many love songs, and they all sing about you.

Go where you just don’t know. That’s where the magic happens.

But people also leave when your love for them outgrows their love for themselves.

How many times have you reached an end of a story, only to find it was the turn of a page?

You didn’t break my heart, I did. It was the only way to let you out of it.

But for all the pounding in your chest, all the heart wants is a little love.

And the sun will rise to kiss you in all the ways they never could.

Even through the darkest night, know the world is moving towards dawn.

For better or worse, we all felt something together for once.

There will always be one you return you, no matter which way you run to.

Your eyes looking into mine are like fuel to fire.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

The stars shone brightly that night. But the brightest ones seemed to have found their way into your eyes.

How easy it was to hide from everything; everything except the truth in your eyes.

Reflected eyes held pain from too many vain attempts to find love in other people.

I see the pain you hide inside you, those shadows that haunt your eyes, let tears of liquid darkness flow until space is made for light.

Clasp me in your warm embrace, let me feel the love your eyes so boldly promise.