“You didn’t know how to let the wild rise in me. You thought it was your job to tame me.”

My heart of flame could turn even your lead core into gold.

Why do I keep thinking, writing, dreaming of you? You don’t deserve to be my muse.

The longing for what should have been is what breaks my heart, over again.

I thought I had a second chance at loving you, but really it was just another lesson at letting go.

How incredible it is that everything led me to you.

My words, the ink, on this page they’re all for you.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

You are allowed to feel the way you feel.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

when the oceans heart breaks and the mermaid cries, her tears become sea glass-a gentle reminder that sometimes beautiful things come from pain.

It was only when I accepted the end of our story, Was i able to begin a new chapter with a better man.

You are the love I always knew I deserved.

He told me that I was too much, that I gave too much, that I loved too much. But now I know he wasn’t enough.

Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?

Remember me as a wanderer wild, with bright blue eyes and a heart of golden fire.