“How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?”

This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

The clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.

Hatred has a way of hurting the heart which carries it.

Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.

This love is soaked in alchemy, our leaden hearts broken by aching pasts have transformed into gold. I never knew love had the power to do so.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

If God made this world, then I would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

When you’re broken, open up your heart and feel.

Whatever is hurting you today, is giving you the strength to face your tomorrow.