“You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.”

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.

Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.

There is someone out there waiting to love you in all the ways you deserve.

You deserve peace and stability but all I bring are storms.

Be careful who you let into your circle. Not everyone deserves to be your friend.

There are so many different kinds of love in this world and you are capable of each and every one.

Sometimes I can’t believe I decided to heal even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I did.

She deserved the sun yet all he gave was rain and while she needed both to bloom she couldn’t forget the pain.

You deserve someone who knows you’re too important to lose.

I no longer seek the love I think I deserve but rather the love I’ve always deserved.