“You’re my crescent moon not perfect but beautiful.”

She showed me that real love does not hurt, it heals.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.

Your love has rebirthed me.

The most peace I’ve ever felt was from letting you go.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

And now you are the butterfly finally free.

To the girl I was, you taught me to never let another tell you how you should be loved.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.

Sweetness is a familiar taste I have for honey but now honey, You are my sweetness.

He never deserved her and the empty pillow where her head used to rest tells him that every night.

It was when she left him did she then become herself.

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

Optimism – the doctrine or belief that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly.

Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

Pride is the oldest and most common of sins. Humility is the rarest and most beautiful of graces.

The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

Every human is an artist. The dream of your life is to make beautiful art.

My beautiful proof lies all in ruins.