“When they break you; collect your broken pieces & bloom elsewhere. For you’re a flower in the land of those who love you.”

They say love comes in waves; yours is the only ocean I’m willing to drown in.

I’m stuck reliving old memories. moving aimlessly from one memory to another, in hopes of finding solitude; a serenity I never got to experience.

We’re a creation of words, constantly looking for acceptance in places we don’t belong.

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

You were a beautiful dream but dreams dont last long.

I’m seeking endings for tales that have never begun.

You will know your worth eventually & you will heal with time; slowly, yet beautifully.

We drift through life seeking second chances only to lose them once they’re given to us.

I seek calmness in between your words, amidst the chaos that consumes mine

Just like the moon. Keep glowing even when darkness is consuming you.

Perhaps we were meant to end so this heart of mine learns how to love itself again.

One day; you will learn to love yourself just enough to let them go.

It was beautiful for as long as it lasted, you’ve felt it all & now it’s time to move on.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Heartbroken over a love that didn’t even exist.

I hold a trembling fire in my heart, to burn the ghosts of broken regrets.

The child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.

A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.

We accept love only to the extent we are willing to endure heartbreak.