“There was this ache, to be, to be more than her realities and larger than her dreams.”

Things end but greater things begin.

I want you to love me like a dream come true.

I was a living breathing nightmare and he was my favorite dream catcher.

And we look the devil in the eyes, take his hand and dance away.

She didn’t want the light at the end of the tunnel. She was perfectly at home in the darkness.

And if I lay in the sun a little longer maybe then, I can burn for something other than him.

I just feel kind of lonely in these moments between moments.

I’m sorry I wasn’t up to your standards but I’m not sorry I didn’t downgrade myself to get there.

I have an unhealthy obsession with the stars. They remind me of you.

Dear Moon, May I glow as brightly as you do, cradled amongst darkness.

Tell me you like to watch the stars tell me you believe in magic.

Her sadness clung to her like a cloak in the whitest of winters.

My favorite part was finding you without looking.

There is so many things wrong horribly wrong in this world but I know with certainty that you are not one of them.

To have him is to hold the moon and no longer tremble.

It happened in littles. A little laugh and a little kiss then slowly, a little love.

It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.

I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.

Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.

I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.

Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.

It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.