“Often the ugliest of scars are worn by the most beautiful people.”

And I will love you completely, or I will love you not at all.

Try as you might you will not tame this heart of mine, which will always love you wildly.

Though she be little she had the heart to dream big, by the pocketful.

Don’t try to fix me, just wrap your arms around my broken and love my pieces.

My love you can be both the flower, beautiful and delicate and the warrior, brave and strong.

And I love it most, when you come to me wearing nothing but that smile.

Don’t gift me your wings, if you have no intention of letting me fly.

We’ll be beautiful in sunshine and through rainstorms, standing together.

I do not fear letting you see my flaws, for I believe you will still love me exactly as I am.

And it is because you loved me, that I learned to love myself.

She is the living embodiment of all the beauty and grace that she looks for.

You will always be my greatest strength, and my only weakness.

Love is simply light and until you came along, I lived in the dark.

And I stopped looking for love after you left, for I knew exactly where it was.

Be my ocean and carry me adrift, I long to be swept away.

In the dead of the night I wonder how moonlight tastes upon your lips.

I’m just a fucked-up lover searching for someone who will understand my scars and never leave my side.

I learned to love my natural self more when I stopped wearing makeup everyday and started embracing the scars I spent years hiding.

Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.

I don’t want to die without scars.

I don’t want to die without scars.

I don’t want to die without scars.

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.