“I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.”

Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.

When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.

Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?

I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.

Men like you were never meant for storms like us.

I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.

I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.

Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.

Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.

The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.

I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.

We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.

The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.

I’m just as broken as i seem not to be.

I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.

Her smile faded as the world erased it.

Expectations are the reason that you’re broken and that’s true.

My tears have dried and I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper.

The kindness of some soul is what a broken heart needs.

Don’t worry. You didn’t break me. I was already broken when we met.

You ask what I’ve been doing all this time as if surviving wasn’t much of an effort.