“My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.”

I hope you find someone, who pours love like rain during monsoon, onto all broken parts of you.

The world kept breaking you and here you are- still soft, still loving, how strong of you to maintain your magic in a world where everyone loses their essence.

I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.

The pain keeps dripping down my eyes, but it never really stops hurting.

Even the stars cried when they wrote our fate, a love so deep yet we had to separate.

I stay kind, for the hurt in me knows, pain needs love to heal.

I am fire on the verge of ignition, don’t mistake me for a flame and then blame me for your destruction.

Self love is breaking your own heart to save your soul from shattering.

I know you are afraid to love again, but let the thrill of love be bigger than your fear of hurt.

Loves a drug, the one who overdoses bears the consequences.

My heart is aching and my eyes tearing, will i ever get the love i always keep trying to give others?

We talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?

With a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?

If you were ever to cut my flesh open, i would bleed in broken dreams & love i failed to give. for all that i have not done consume me more than all of the things I’ve done.

Things have changed, pain doesn’t scare me anymore love does.

So much love to give but none to give too.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

But hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.

The cold consumes me. The oceans in my eyes freeze. It’s 2 AM and I can’t move. Your loss is too much to bear.

Take me to ‘nowhere’ when distance belongs here, there, everywhere.

When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.

I wrote in my first book that I was broken, and now it just makes me mad every time. This is why writing words in books is so precarious. This is why Jesus only wrote in the sand, right? I just – I hate that I wrote that.

Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it’s the place where we find the deepest heartache.

So I’m putting my defenses up, cause I don’t wanna fall in love. If I ever did that. I think I’d have a heart attack.