“I am an expert at breaking my own heart.”

My heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.

Somehow you’d had your mermaids never smell like fish.

Spring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Love was learning to read your vulnerability like a foreign language.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Love is not a net to catch others with.

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

In hard times stay soft.

What does a caged bird know about freedom?

Those who are capable of great love will always pay in great grief.

The snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

Thank those who gave you courage and thank those who laughed at your broken dreams.

The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.

Let me alone, and go in search of someone else.

You never imagine that when you say hello to someone and you fall in love, that some day you’ll have to say goodbye.

One of the most terrible feelings in the world is knowing that someone else doesn’t like you. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it.

Life is not easy for any for us.