“I am my own universe.”

One day the waves will crash around me and take my soul to sea. For on that day death will surround me watching happily.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

I try my best to mean what I say. But it seems to be that my words are too big for my voice to speak.

I love you in a way I’ve never been able to love or be loved.

I hope happiness fills you until the shores that surround you overflow and wash away your pain.

I was damaged in your eyes you were damaged in mine. Funny how we found each other as all damaged people do.

Sometimes I sit and think about all of the things I’ve lost and I ask the universe why it takes good things from me.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

Come hold me like this earth holds the sky.

And when it rains think of me. Remember all the things we used to be.

Do we always love more in retrospect? Do we always regret more moving forward?

Never again will I hand deliver my heart to a man holding flowers when the thorns cut me deeper than the flowers ever made me happy.

And I’ll hug your words like they’re the last things I’ll ever hold.

And when I went to step back I tripped over my heart. It’s a shame he had to see me fall.

She is a planet holding all of life, please take care of her. Her heart is your light.

You loved me in a glasshouse.

Love holds on when everything else lets go.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

Choosing nonviolence does not mean that one will never get angry or become upset with others, including the ones we love.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

I trust work, directors – I don’t live in fear. All good experiences have come from trusting the universe. There is no other way to live or love. Otherwise, you create your own prison.

Real love will make you blind, Like myself when I started to write poems about her.

Love will mock the intellect and beat down the arrogant.