“Everything I want is in your hands. And yet you have nothing to give.”

Does fully moving on actually exist? So far, I haven’t found it.

I want a man willing to hike mountains for me.

You can’t put love in a locked box, it’s not a stagnant thing.

Let the music fill the empty patches of your soul. And heal you.

You are the sand that doesn’t stick when I am dry and sad.

I am the shore and you are the tide. We come together only to get pulled in opposite directions.

You’re good at telling me lies laced with honesty.

Dear love, I’m starting to wonder where you are. I’m starting to wonder if you’ll ever find me.

You took the light parts of me and turned them dark.

When our time expires my love for you won’t.

All I’ve ever wanted is to feel wanted by you.

I’ve learned to stop begging for love. At the wrong door.

Everyday healing has a different face. Sometimes familiar. Sometimes a stranger.

With you, I am everything I’ve ever been told I’m not.

Its better to walk into the fire than never feel the heat of the flames.

We both believed in love but one of us believed more than the other.