“You left flowers on my bedside as if I were my tomb clumsy words that don’t begin to heal my wounds “I’m sorry” scrawled on a post-it.”

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

Sometimes I can’t believe I decided to heal even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I did.

It’s funny how things can be so temporarily permanent.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

Maybe we’ll meet on the beach sand in our shoes, waves in our guts flowers blooming by some miracle because you always had the talent to make those happen.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

You are what you want, Do you want who you are?

It turns out the monster in you overshadowed the ghost of kindness I so believed in.

Bound by rose thorns, pricked by love.

We burn incandescent memories lungs aching with washed-out oxygen as if we weren’t to meet again.

Down to the marrow in your bones, you will always be beautiful to me.

Everyone says the door is open with a smile until the door is not opened and the house collapses and they finally realize why they needed a door in the first place.

Souls are more than their bodies and bodies are more than their shapes.

Swallowing the negative words rising up my throat; I am writing my days with smiles and laughter.

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

You keep asking if I want more – Yet how could I ever say yes?

There is no better means of attainment to the spiritual life Than by continually beginning again.

Greatness comes by beginning something that doesn’t end with you.

Change is hardest at the beginning, messiest in the middle and best at the end.

Truly it is a blessed thing to love on earth as we hope to love in Heaven, and to begin that friendship here which is to endure for ever there.

Happiness begins with you. Not with your relationship, your friends, or your job. but with you.

Love was without beginning, is, and shall be without ending.

When you believe in your dream and your vision, then it begins to attract its own resources. No one was born to be a failure.

The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.