“I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.”

Flashes of your touch race through my mind even when I’m with other guys.

There are so many beautiful parts of me but your eyes were too out of focus to notice.

He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.

I was blinded by the desire to be wanted that I forgot how to love myself.

I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.

Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

Faith is like love: it does not let itself be forced.

Come find me in my dreams tonight where love transcends a distant flight.

And you were probably just one of my stories, still made up in my mind. Again.

Our love faded quickly like footprints upon brittle sand washed away by a wandering tide who couldn’t keep his heart on land.

I stole so many parts of me just to make you complete.

It’s a beautiful night in Paris. It’s raining and I’d like us to love each other tonight.

I don’t want you like the simple things in life, I don’t want to love you simply. I want you like the dark secrets we keep to ourselves under the covers. In the moments we actually feel ashamed we can love something so much.

If I were a garden and the seed were my soul, thus blooming is a process but I’m impatient.