“I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.”

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.

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

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.

You only loved me in your loneliness.

I knew it would end in tears but hell, I did it anyway.

And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?

Waiting a lifetime to touch your lips again wouldn’t be too long.

Nothing screams undress me like the scent of you on me.

I just want to lay in your arms dressed in nothing but love and moonlight.

You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.

Actions speak louder than words, so kiss her as you mean it.

I don’t know what I’m looking for in life, I just have this feeling it looks a lot like you.

I want those forehead to forehead moments with eyes closed deeply. So deeply that the world disappears and every scent of you leaves an imprint on my mind.