“I stare at your lips and fall in love with the way they form what you say.”

Come crawl atop me and we will spend the daylight buried in kisses.

In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me.

You are the habit that I will spend my lifetime trying not to break.

We too can rise up, We too can float like lanterns To a better place.

Because of you I can feel myself slowly but surely becoming the me I have always dreamed of being.

There is more light than darkness, there has always been.

Photos I’m not in and memories we don’t share, haunt my lonely eyes.

I will never, ever believe in the words “too late” because it is never too late to be exactly who you wish, do exactly what you should, say exactly what needs to be heard, and live the exact life you should be living.

I care not about lost firsts, but I will fight, knuckles bloody and teeth sharpened, for your lasts.

Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.

Illusions must be out to death. That is the cruelty of growing up.

I Remember It, Precisely And Perfectly, The Birth Of This Love.

I do not know if I will ever be complete, but I know whatever I am, You will always be the rest of me.

I love you, in ways you’ve never been loved, for reasons you’ve never been told, for longer than you think you deserved and with more than you will ever know existed inside me.

If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.

Press your ear to my chest and listen where a heartbeat should sing you will hear the melancholy songs of tired whales.

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

The key is falling in love with something, anything. If your heart’s attached to it, then your mind will be attached to it.

I definitely fall in love quickly, and I’m very in love with being in love. But it is hard for me to write about love.

When you fall in love with love itself, you fall in love with everything else.

Nothing is more terrifying than falling in love.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

Tell me I’m your sweet thing so I can simmer in sweet dreams tonight.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.