“Do not look for me if you haven’t found yourself first.”

Your voice sends vibrations through my ears, as the frequency of each word that falls from your lips, tracing every bone of my spine, making me weak.

Love never failed you, people did.

The parts of me you are afraid of, are the parts that are ready to be loved by you.

The blessings feel different when there is love and peace in your heart.

I don’t want to live here, you frame memories I don’t want to remember, and gather your dust on memories I want hold on to.

We fail ourselves in many ways by hoping and praying for people to change, but little do we know the more rely on others, our growth delays.

Let them walk away. They will grasp for air, because of your absence, and because you were already ten steps ahead of them.

Conserving my energy for those who take their time, to find the light in me.

Place your hand over your heart, and tell yourself that love lives here and healing lives here. And pain is no longer welcome here.

So may you love my roots and my thorns, just as much as you love the rose that I am —but don’t pick on my petals.

Treat her like a dream. Follow her, pursue her, and always remind her that you’ll never give up on her.

It’s okay to fear the things you can’t control, but let go of what you can no longer hold.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

No matter how often we draw the lines, we will cross them – my favorite type of art.

The only fire that was left in us, was the one I never lit up within myself.

My city that I will always carry with me like I carry my crown. I’m just a queen from the Boogie Down.

Tomorrow looks better with you in it.

In you lives a love that makes oceans rivers and ponds as shallow as raindrops on a plain surface.

Our pollen you thought infected us fed our bees and kept us growing.

Can’t you see you and me will forever be the definition of irony?

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

Forget a relationship, make it a partnership and build an empire.

She wasn’t sure how to love him yet, but she knew she wanted to try.

You can be the milky way and I’ll be your andromeda.