“If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.”

I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.

Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.

I watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.

I finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.

I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.

Stop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.

Time heals what you allow it to.

Misery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.

I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.

I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.

When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.

When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.