“If only you could hold my heart and understand what you left behind.”

Your silence and my overthinking is a kind of hell.

You will never love another the same way, again. And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a blessing or a tragedy.

We all return to dreams, don’t we? The unattainable is alluring, desire is tenfold.

The distance between you and greatness, is how much you believe in yourself.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

Do they love you? Or do they only seem to love what you could do for them?

Despite all of your mistakes, I stayed – and that was mine.

What you’re trying to control is already controlling you.

When did our love become a war we had to fight to keep?

I wonder how often the world reminds you of me, because it won’t let me forget you.

When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

Come & see how my heart came to be it is bare for you to see as proof these poems are the tangible forms of my heart.

Your heart will always be the sun that I’m looking for.

Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

Those broken girls have the deepest love.

She’s badass with a good heart, soft but strong. Unapologetic and honest. She’s the type of woman you go to war beside, the type of woman you marry.

Who were you before the aches of a broken heart? Who were you before the world decided to tear you apart?

Think peace but prepare your heart for war.

The broken girls are the flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves,