“Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.”

I’m not sure how love changes, how I can be head over heels one moment and not stand you next.

I hope one day to be the mother I never had.

Like the mountain, she rises above every challenge, every mistake, every heartbreak.

Anchor me to the depths of the ocean that is your heart.

You deserve the greatest love.

The glow from the southern sun lit up her face like a goddess divine.

What I Thought was love, was really just lust-electrical chemistry, no emotional availability.

Hold my heart please, take this burden off me- the heavy hearts club.

You burned through my heart, leaving scars I thought was love. But when the smoke cleared all you left was charred destruction.

I have a heart of fire and you are afraid of getting burned.

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.