“We were more than merely a product of luck, we were written by the gods.”

A hand that holds what the heart knows it must let go of.

When you’re feeling doubtful, remember that an idea set forth with hard work can create miracles.

If I feel everything, is that a gift or a burden?

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

When everything feels a little less real, life becomes all the more frightening.

It’s always the right time to let go of anything that feels wrong.

I don’t know how to leave what has already left me.

I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.

Foolishly hoping you return with a kiss.

Even in my dreams, you’re unsure.

My heart holds your name like it’s the only thing it knows.

He is the love of my life, but not in this life.

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.

Anxiety is on the run and depression sleeps in the next room.

A broken heart will make a poet out of you.

I suffer in the “almost” of things. Almost there, almost right, almost yours.